Monday Night Running

Routine: Run 16Min Walk 1 min Run 14Min
Route: The south end of HP.

Probably the best run of my life. Seriously. You suckers thought I quit, but here I am. Trekking along. This is what? Week 6 or 7. I'm not entirely sure and I gave up on counting days because of my inability to blog. However, nothing hurts anymore. My shins don't cry out in pain, my ankles don't feel as if they are going to snap and the ligaments in my knees aren't going to come apart and have my thigh separate from my leg. (Or vise versa actually) It's just my music, my breath, my step and my pace. Granted I get a slight pain in my shoulder and since I do have a cough my lungs were a bit burning...but it wasn't intolerable. It was quite the opposite. I felt as if I could run for hours.

What I like about running is, I can just focus on myself for half an hour. I like that I'm being physical for that one half hour. That I'm doing something we all can do, I just choose to take a half hour to do it. I use will power to get up and go. It clears my head, it takes away a lot of my anger. I come home feeling relaxed and sometimes a bit euphoric. Some days I feel as if all I want to do is run and write. And really write, not blog in a messed up state of consciousness format (or babbling as I call it) that I use here. But really write. I feel that with running, I'm slowly becoming who it is that I want to be. As if dams and walls that were keeping the two people that existed inside of me are being torn asunder with each run, with each minute I can accomplish. That might just be because it's one of the first things I've done solely for me.

This didn't really focus on my routine. But there's not much I can say now that I'm hooked. Other than I didn't die today and I haven't tripped yet.

I do need to get new tights though....