Today I did 8.67 miles in hilly Clemmons, NC. This is my longest run here to date. It was 39 degrees, sunny, and I actually felt a bit warm (I was wearing a goose-down vest). It was slow, but I wasn’t about speed. I was only about going the distance. Here are the deets:
Of note, a barking dog ran up to me as I passed one property (this is rural NC), and it even came into the road. I stopped and reassured it and it didn’t come after me; it seemed more bark than bite. When I came back around (I was doing an out and back), it didn’t see me until I was nearly past their property.
My pace was an 8:19 pace, but other than seeming maybe a little slower toward the end, it felt pretty even and I wasn’t pushing myself. I’ve been eating horribly of late, and feel as if I’m carrying the crud I’ve eaten. But I got out nonetheless.