Wiggling Back on to the Wagon

I know that I wrote a few weeks ago about my grand plan for "taking it easy" for the rest of the summer, but I have really outdone even my own expectations on this one. At this point in the summer I feel like a puffy, white marshmallow who is getting mushy in the summer heat. Last week I made a concerted effort to get back on track, although I wouldn't say I really accomplished anything noteworthy. This week I decided to jump back into the deep-end (or, at least, get out of the wading pool) by going to our track practice and actually running a few intervals. Short ones. Slowly. I ran a 3 mile warm-up with my running buddies and actually kept up with them for most of the way. Then I joined the group for 2 x 800 meter repeats. Granted, the rest of the group was running 4 x 1200 m, but I was just happy to do something. And I was slow, and felt like a marshmallow, but it's a start. Even better is that I didn't feel sore when I woke up this morning. It's a good sign. Next week I'm promising myself I'll do 2 miles of repeats... that alone should scare me into staying active for the rest of the week.