So claudeskipoo let me down a little bit and wouldn’t find a satellite for a while yesterday. It’s okay, I’ve since forgiven him but it was a while, meaning oh like 2 miles. I knew the route though and got in a really good run and did some hill work to try to strengthen my quads up in hopes that my knee wouldn’t be sore for this weekend. I feel well and ran an average pace of 8:15 for 5 miles.
Do you ever have those workouts where you feel like your head is just cleared and you can keep running and it just feels so good. That was the workout last night. It felt freaking good to be out and running. Even though it was cold and I decided to wear shorts (stupid) and it was incredibly windy. I still felt good. I didn’t bring my ipod and I still felt really good. It felt good to remember how a run feels. A run that you don’t get tired on, that isn’t way too far, that you don’t have to suck down gus and drink tons of water to finish.
Just a leisurely run. One that gets the heart rate up but doesn’t get you overly sweaty to the point where you reek. It was so calming to be able to watch the lights of Long Beach light up against the dark night sky and to hear the ocean lapping at the sand. It was good to hear my feet continue to pound the pavement. The sand on the path squishing under my shoes.
It was nice to hear my consistent breath, the huffing and puffing as I climbed the hills. Invigorating. That’s what running can be if you give it the chance. It’s always good to be able to come back to something that gives you peace, and allows you to think.
To me, Running is always there. I can always tie up my shoes and take off for three miles, for five mile, for fifteen miles. It’s something that no matter the time of day, no matter the day you’ve had, no matter the people around you, or anything else, you can still do it. You can still get out and run. I love that. I love running.
Though this picture isn’t at the beach, it’s one of my favorite running pictures.