Yesterday evening, even though I was taking that day as a rest day, I really wanted some frozen yogurt, so I walked there and back. It was just under 3 miles, enough to burn off the calories and where that 3 miles seemed like a freaking huge distance when I first started this, it was more like a warmup last night.
On the advice from a friend, I carb loaded a little last night (read: it was an excuse to have spaghetti for dinner) and headed out this morning with the goal of 8 miles (since that's what the training schedule called for.)
I stopped for a break at 5 miles, ate a little and sucked down about 30 ounces, then headed out again. At 6.5 I was still feeling pretty good; at 7.5 I was still 1.5 miles from home and not worried about it, and figured if I was going to hit 9, I might as well shoot for 10.
I got through the door with 10.25 miles on the GPS. Total elapsed time with breaks was 4:25, but moving time was 3:16...average moving pace 19:07/mile. That's 3.1 mph, as good as I've ever gotten when going more than 3 miles at a time.
So hell, yeah, it's Snoopy Dance time.