I was soooooooooooooo sore today from Sunday's strength-training work-out. They say that it's the second day when you hurt the most. And boy, is that true! My hip flexors were killing me! Killing me, I tell ya! I was gimping around all day. I felt like one of those whorey girls who walks around with her ass sticking out. Only I had to walk that way because it was too painful for me to walk with a straight posture.
I was supposed to do hill intervals on the treadmill today, but said screw that since I could barely walk. I figured an easy 5 mile run would probably be better for my lower half.
I set the treadmill to my good ol 5.7 speed (10:32/mile), covered up the display and trodded along. I had soooo much on my mind.
Finally after about 3 miles, I found "the zone." My mind calmed, my body felt strong, and I just glided along. I felt so good, I wanted to do 6 miles. And 6 miles I did.
There were times during the run when I felt so good I wanted to go faster. But my aim here was to do an easy run. I kept telling myself both in my head and out loud, "Easy."
I got that runner's high when I was done with this run. I felt good, I felt strong, I felt accomplished. I didn't feel like keeling over, as I do sometimes when I do shorter fast runs.
So why would I want to run faster?
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