Ever since my near mugging incident 2 weeks ago I have been reluctant to run in the mornings. I have relegated my training to Insanity DVD's and running sprints with my soccer team, but today I decided (with the Tough Mudder less the 2 weeks away) that I was going to endure a painfully hot distance run post work. I left out at 5 pm and felt horrible, every painstaking step was met with a reason to turn around and go home. I convinced myself that I would run 2 miles, gauge my O2 levels and adjust my run accordingly. ( I was planning to run 6) At the two mile mark it was confirmed, I was going back, but first I was going to run around this track (1.1 mile per lap) twice then go home. Somehow, not quite sure, I looked down and I was at mile 6.5, I had run the track 3.5 times and hadn't realized it, completely lost in thought, shaking off the bad juju of the day (not that there was much) and had lost all concept of time, I looked at my watch 50 minutes had gone by, I was moving. The weird part is I felt sluggish, lethargic, apathetic, lazy, hot, miserable and dull the entire time. I had let my psychology take me over, but I wouldn't let it win. With this time and distance under my belt, all bets were off, I was on to run and run I did. I felt great after that, I made peace with the running gods and gods of weather and streets and finished with pain in my legs and peace in my mind. I was hurting but smiling, I realize only now as I type this, I still haven't looked at my watch to see what my final time was, I suppose it doesn't matter, I finished and I feel great.
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