Fast run out of nowhere...

Last night I promised myself I would go running this morning no matter what. I even cemented the deal by telling my wife (who recently asked "Have you stopped running?") I was going. So last night I slept poorly for some reason (probably lack of running!) and when the alarm went off I hit the snooze three times. But my mind and body got the best of me and I got out of bed before I could hit it a fourth time. I was sleepy, but I was going to go running and that was that.

Right off the bat I found myself running a pretty good pace. There was a lot of smoke in the air (I swear, fireplace fires in August? I guess it was a little chilly...) and my lungs burned a bit. Still, I pressed on and figured I would be out of it soon. And I was. I don't know if it was the five days of rest or what but I was cruising. Well, having watch the world championships in track this weekend I am not so sure "cruising" would describe my pace, nut I was moving faster than I have recently. When all was said and done my pace as about 25 seconds faster per mile.

There is a runner I see all the time who runs very fast. Today when I ran into him I matched his pace. OK, confession time. I was going down a pretty good hill and he was on his way up! Still I felt good!

My plan is to go tomorrow as well. See you then.