Today we ran for three minutes, walked for one, and repeated that couplet five times. Our group has naturally divided into three collectives. There's my group, which has decided running slow is for losers, and we form a pack way out ahead. There's another group of less fit noobs who hang back and often finish twenty minutes after us. Then there's a group that runs in the middle, not keeping pace with us keeners but blowing away Pink and the trailers.
All because I've joined the front running group doesn't mean I'm too fit for where we're at. By the last rep, I'm definitely feeling my cardio isn't quite marathon ready. It's not quite Hazel 5km race ready, either. Still, I'm not feeling sore and I'm sorry I won't be able to do it again tomorrow.
