In the middle of stretching after the run, I told the person next to me that I sort of wanted to curse. I was somewhere between feeling awesome and just…angry, which really might be because of testosterone. Who knows? After the stretch, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my mid-sole. I limped back into the store to have a seat and get my shoes off. They were cramping pretty badly.
So, post-run, I asked some people what their readings were on their iPod Nike pedometer things. One guy had 7.7km. One woman had 8.8km. Either way…holy crap! Well, I know what my race pace was during my last race. I ran for 57-58 minutes today. So, a bit more than 8km sounds right. Thing is, I know at the beginning I was commenting how everyone was going faster than usual. No lie, I felt like I was running faster than my race pace. So, maybe 8.8km is semi-realistic. Hell, I’d settle for saying that I made 8.5km. In any case, I’m so very proud that I made it through. During the last 2km or so, something weird happened. My body started to feel like it was floating. I didn’t feel like I had to focus any of my thoughts on my legs–they were doing their own thing. They just kept pumping at a steady rhythm. I thought, “man…this must be like runner’s nirvana or something.” Moving just didn’t seem to take as much effort as it did in the first half hour. It was an amazing feeling.
Anyway, right now, I’m dead tired. My feet need a rest. I’m really debating whether I’m going to show up at tomorrow’s practise. We’ll see how I feel in the morning.
ETA: Damn it! Running Map says the route is more like the 7.7km reading. Does that take into account the elevation? Hmm…still at my race pace. Good enough.
EATA: Why am I “damning” it? I ran for almost an hour. Perspective!
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