I popped out of bed this morning at the sound of the sprinklers, assessed the time I had between then and a 7:30 breakfast and decided I needed to run off some high blood pressure. At the oral surgeon the other day (long story) my BP reading was 130/80 or so. A stressful spell of work has had its effect.
Anyway I was out the door and cruising at tempo pace in a hurry. I kept it up for four miles too. At my split miles I looked at my watch and could only say, "Oooh!" So from slug to sprinter in two days is a curiosity in and of itself. I made it around at an 8:15 pace per mile and felt excellent.
I went to the breakfast and it was a hospital's celebration event about 100 people in families who followed a plan to live and eat better. They collectively dropped 200 inches off their waist lines and 1,100 pounds ... in eight weeks! If you'd like to know the title of the book let me know. I'll look it up. I sat there smiling since I felt so good after my run. I ate french toast with syrup, scrambled eggs, canteloupe and some turkey bacon. Yum.