I got my two miles in thirty minutes, and felt good enough to go another ten, albeit at a slower pace. End distance was 2.54 miles in forty minutes. I think that next I'm going to work my way up to a forty five minute walk, without any current ambitions for distance. Practically speaking, I can't go for more than forty-five minutes and still have time to shower and get back to my desk within my lunch hour. So I'll aim to use all that time.
This time I just concentrated on maintaining 3.9 to 4.0 mph - I just tried to stay right there and let the distances fall as they would. That worked fairly well, and didn't hurt too badly (although I also think that my allergies are backing off.)
The weights class was cancelled again on Monday, and I'll be out next Monday and miss that one too. Much as I hate it, I dislike missing it because I know that it's good for me. Kickboxing on Tuesday went off well, and was exactly what I needed - I took out a lot of the morning's stress in class.
I really wish I enjoyed this all, given how much time and energy I'm giving it. I'll grant that I'm becoming accustomed to it, to the point where I'm bummed when I miss a workout, but I'm hardly having a GOOD time. It would help if my scale would move - I want that emotional "hit," and I'm just not getting it, which isn't helping with the "eating better" part of our program.
That said, it feels good to have added another half a mile. It feels like progress.