Friday the 13th. 0.60 miles. Nineteen minutes. A little longer than the usual half-mile loop, like the legs wanted ten percent more and got it.
Heart rate spiked to 134 at one point, which for this pace means either a hill or a moment where the body decided to care about something. The average stayed low β 107 β so it was a blip, not a trend.
Mid-September now. The walks are a pattern. Not impressive. Not fast. Not far. But regular, and regular is its own kind of discipline, even when it doesn’t look like anything from the outside.
Consistency isn’t exciting. It’s not supposed to be.
π Walk Stats
π Distance: 0.60 mi
β±οΈ Time: 19 min
πΆ Pace: 32:04/mi
β€οΈ Avg HR: 107 bpm / Max: 134 bpm
π Distance: 0.60 mi
β±οΈ Time: 19 min
πΆ Pace: 32:04/mi
β€οΈ Avg HR: 107 bpm / Max: 134 bpm
// RAPTOR GIRL
