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Originally Posted by Xerxys
^^ Running is really running away from something and towards something at the seame time. When you run, you have the feeling of achieving or even accomplishing goals and destroying obstacles at the same time.
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I've learned a lot about myself in the last two weeks.
Saturday is my "long run" day. I'm building that long run to 10 miles, in advance of my half marathon. From literally less than a mile, starting out.
Last Saturday, it was 1.5 miles. I've got to tell you, the first whole mile was complete agony. My calves were screaming the whole way. I got most of the way around my neighborhood, a point where my planned path went straight, but every left turn would be a shortcut home. Every intersection, I considered it, then stayed straight.
I got to the point where I needed to turn right and head one block away from home, to make it an even 1.5 miles, and I thought about turning left for probably the whole time I could see that corner coming... And then I watched myself turn right.
Finally I got to the point where I turn left and head up the long .5 mile hill to home, and I just let myself relax into my stride, I started rotating my spine, I started focusing on peeling my feet up at the end of my stride, and I just fucking RAN that last half mile. I got home feeling like I could do another mile or two, easy. It was the fastest part of my run, painless, I was flying. I sat down in my yard to stretch, and.. there was nothing to stretch. I'd done my stretching in that last half mile--I was totally loose. (I stretched anyway, of course!) It was amazing.
And then Monday was brutal all over again. I never really did hit my stride. I didn't short my run, but I worked the whole way around it.