On February 20th I ran 2 miles, with the intention of running everyday. Long story short: I ate some raw eggs, yada yada yada, bumped up to 3 miles per day, blah blah blah, gave up wise-crackery for lent, blah blah blah, 4 miles per day, yada yada yahada, bored everyone with Science talk, yada blada yada, 5 miles per day, bada boom bada bing, ran a good 5K, blah blah blah, here I am. It's been 100 days. Good for me.
5 miles was easy and felt smooth this morning. It was probably 75F, but no sun, and it was pretty nice. It still felt like my muscles were a little sore from a tough weekend, but not to the point where it was painful, or that it slowed me down at all. I'll start bringing my gf again next week, which I think should be the last week of 5 milers. It will be interesting to see what she says.
Well, I can't pat myself on the butt forever, I gotta go to work.