|Did I tell you that the Starbucks barista already knows my morning order?|
So in an attempt to counteract some of my idiocy, I've been super good about stretching and foam rolling after runs. I also showed up to work like this.
|Boom! Compression socks.|
I was actually thinking about maybe doing some cross training today to celebrate yesterday's awesome 5.25 miler.
But at work, I was approached by two of my coworkers who wanted to go run with me at the lakes. And since I was in no position to refuse any running opportunities or friends, I gladly accepted.
|You mean you'll be my friend and run four miles?|
My guy coworker actually pushed my pace during the times we ran. And then we'd walk to let my girl coworker catch up.
|Since there were no set intervals or speed goals, I'm just going to call this run a fartlek.|
Afterward, all my coworkers, not just the ones who ran, and I went to a bar for some good boozing. I did not partake in the debauchery, because well 1. I don't like beer and 2. I'm trying to make up for my idiocy by doing healthy things.
Do you guys follow the 10% rule? Is it bad that I'm blatantly ignoring it?