Several days ago I blogged about a training session that really sucked. Both the ride and the run were a struggle, and I wasn’t able to attribute it to any particular reason.
Today was the polar opposite. There was no reason it should have been such a good run. It was a 6-miler, and I decided kind of on the spur of the moment to do it. It was a little cold and windy, and I headed out at about 12:30 or so. I did my little country lane first, and then headed out onto 96 to clock the miles.
I don’t know if it’s the planets aligning, the weather, my mood, my nutrition…it just was spectacular. I felt like I could run for miles more. My breathing was calm and controlled, my body felt strong and capable, and my spirit responded to all of that. I even had a little surreal, nike-commercial moment of feeling like every time my back foot left the ground, it fell away beneath my sole, collapsing under my pace…kind of the Lord of the Rings moment when Gandolph meets his temporary end.
Ours is not to question why…I’ll take it.
Favorite random play: American Pie (long version), Don McLean
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