That afterwards anything seemed possible?
Yesterday’s run was THAT run.
There was no reason to think it would be that run. I’d just run 12 miles a couple of days ago. We went out for dinner and beer the night before. It was windy as all heck. But, I wanted to go for a run with my dad, so we headed out into the windy sunny day.
Mile one took a little settling in, but started to feel good. I found myself in perfect rhythm with my dad’s footsteps. I noticed we were comfortably in the nines, but I figured that would change as soon as we turned into the wind or hit the first hill. We hit the end at 9:37 and I thought to myself, well that will be the fastest mile in the run.
But it wasn’t. We just kept talking and running. Up one incline. Down another. We discussed jobs and finances and lots of random things. I kept waiting to feel tired or winded or sore. But I didn’t. And we just kept running, perfectly in sync.
And then we were done.
5.5 miles at a 9:11 pace and I never felt like I was pushing that hard.
All those not so stellar runs I’ve had? They all happened so that I could truly appreciate ones like this.
And with a run that good, well, obviously the sky’s the limit!