Got up this morning, decided that since today on the schedule is only 5 miles, that I would push a little harder and go for speed. Great idea, right?
Having a great idea requires not being a moron. I dragged myself up and sat around for a little bit, prepped my feet, slapped on the sunscreen, grabbed my sunglasses, and was out the door. I was going to walk so fast, I'd be just a gray and white blur going past the fine people of Dixon.
What I did not do was
- Have breakfast before leaving.
- Fill and then take my Camelbak.
- Grab my spiffy white ballcap.
- Think, apparently.
I felt like I was moving in slow motion.
I uploaded the info from my neato Garmin Forerunner when I got back, and I was going a reasonable 3.2 mph...a little faster than yesterday. I would have guessed I was stumbling along at 2.8, but who am I to argue with technology?
Had I fueled up before leaving, taken the Camelbak and hydrated the entire way (I drank about the same amount regardless) I might have gone even a tiny bit faster.
I am such a freaking genius.
Someone should give me an award for that.