Yesterday’s run was done fasted, and at a slightly faster pace than my usual, both with an eye toward burning some carbs ahead of having pancakes with maple syrup for breakfast after. 🏃🏻♂️ (Today I’m fasting for a blood draw ahead of an upcoming physical.)
Went for a longish run at a nice easy pace. Felt good all the way through—good enough that I was going to add another half mile or so (by running around Dohme Park), only to have my knees abruptly say, “Nope. You have run the correct amount.” So I just stopped right there and came home. As I have started doing lately, I did this run in a fasted state (mumble mumble autophagy, mitophagy).