Safety first

I was finally sick of running on the treadmill.

It's already too hot to run outside in Florida after work. And let's not even talk about the humidity. My Utah self is just not used to it. And I hear it gets worse as these next few months roll by. Can't wait. *rolls eyes*

We all know that I will never get my booty out of bed early enough in the morning to go running. Maybe one day this will change for me, but I truly despise the morning time. Some of you may be thinking, "Oh, but watching the sunrise is so beautiful during a run". Boo, you whore. So is watching the sunset on a run.

But I was sick of running on the treadmill. Usually this doesn't happen, but as I'm increasing my weekly mileage, I'm finding it harder and harder to stay on that machine. I ran 12 miles on Friday on the treadmill and wanted to literally shoot myself in the eye. Right. In. The. Eye. Let's not even talk about how long it took me to run those 12 miles, either. It's too depressing.

I'm still unsure of my florida surroundings and neighborhoods, but I wanted to give running around my neighborhood another try. And I, of course, had to wait until it cooled down at night. Which means that I didn't go running tonight until 10 p.m. Some of the streets around my house aren't very well lit, but they are heavily trafficked, even at night. So, I put on my trusty head lamp and reflective vest, essentially making myself look like a sparsely lit Christmas tree. Did I look quite foolish? Absolutely. But was I plowed down by a crazy driver? Absolutely not. In fact, they all gave me plenty of space.

Cute shower curtain, yeah?

Make fun of me all you want, but at least I was safe.

Oh, and the run was great. I only did 3 miles (sort of my "recovery" run from the 12-miler), and I seriously kicked some ass. My time? 26:32. That's right, folks. I finally ran under a 9-minute mile again. And it tasted so sweet.