The weather was a sunny 58 degrees and I could just feel a great run looming like a runner at the food table after a 5K. Sure, I was trying to sneak in a 10M run between my many nonstop commitments throughout the day, but that is nothing new. I step outside, let Garmin the Great lock up some satellites, and off I go—feeling great. I know my first mile is fast, but I’m feeling good and I decide to not look at GtG during this run. Probably a mistake.
And then came the winds; strong, gusting, relentless and angry winds. And even though I felt like I was flying, and that I was killing the run, I was in actuality getting beat down. Miles 5-9 were awful, terrible times.
But I love the awful run, because it reminds me how much work I have to do as a runner; how every run is slightly different and that you can never take anything for granted when running. Bayshore is six weeks away, and I’ve still got some serious training to do.
It's Always Something. . .
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