Didja ever have one of those runs where you leave the house feeling somewhat less-than-enthusiastic, and when you start running, your little legs go like Scooby Do or the Road Runner? For some reason (the crack you sprinkle on your cereal, the Red Bull for Happy Hour, I don’t know…) your adrenaline is such that you feel like you are flying down the sidewalk and everybody had better just get the heck out of your way or you’ll mow them down, dammit!
Well, I had one of those on Wednesday and I was thinking, “Golly, this is fun! I wish I could run like this every day! I’m so speedy!” Head down, arms pumping, mentally breaking the finish line tape in front of a roaring crowd. I get home 20 minutes before my usual time, then get on the computer to get my mileage, and realize, okay…I was doing a 10-minute mile. Huh.
I have this run at least once a week. ‘Nuff said.