I remembered today why I love running. That ache in my chest and the sweat down my back and the burn in my thighs that reminds me I'm alive! I was doing a comfortable 7:30 min/mile pace for the first mile and then dropped to an 8:30 for a half a mile, then I lit the fire under my ass and did the last half mile at a 6:00 pace. I was pushing hard and my body kept going! I was so excited, I wanted to keep going, but it was an abbreviated lunch today and I had to get back to work... Such is life, but at least running and I have worked things out and found that lovin feelin again :)
And then there is Brandon... Since I did it on the treadmill, he says it doesn't count. Obviously it doesn't mean I'm going to go run a 15:30 on the trail tomorrow (I have been challenged to prove that theory, challenge accepted coach!) but it does mean that I am getting my time down and I will get another 300 on PT test day 27 Feb.
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