Once upon a time, I made fun of runners. I couldn't see the point of it. I didn't get it.
I have atoned. I have begged forgiveness at the feet of Susi, since she's one of the people whose chain I yanked.
Now, running is fun. Running is nice. Running relaxes me, and makes me feel better.
That's not to say I felt bad this am, not at all, even though I didn't sleep all that well last night. Something about Linda snoring a duet with the Hawks police helicopter kept me up. Even so, it was nothing that 3 cups of coffee couldn't fix.
Only an hour run today. (Only an hour!!!! Once upon a time I'd have slit my wrists rather than run 60 seconds, let alone 60 minutes.) I did a nice warm up, then 3 x 5 min hard. That turned out to be really hard, hard, and really really hard. Then ran 10 minutes medium hard trying to stay strong and steady.
During the warm up I got into a groove, and had a nice relaxed run without having to think about it. During the hard, and the really really hard intervals I got into the groove there too. I could feel my pace pick up, and my breathing got easier. It felt like I was floating along with my legs moving under me.
Walked after, nibbled, stretched, showered. I feel great! Our friend Kate from Edmonton is coming to visit. It will be great to catch up with her; it's been a long time.
First open water swim tomorrow morning!
Oh, and that's the last time I'll wear just the man-bra when I'm running. During my shower I found some chafe marks where my sweaty flabby arms were rubbing against my flabby sweaty body.