Yesterday I ran six miles. My longest run since July. The best thing about it was for the first time ever, I ran 6 miles and felt completely awesome the ENTIRE time. (Well except half way up Ft. Mason hill but that's its own beast.)
Typically when I run I always end up feeling like I have to put in an extreme amount of effort that others don't seem to have to put forth. I breathe harder and my legs feel not to strong and I wonder why I struggle so much over something that doesn't seem so hard for everyone else. Not yesterday, however. I just killed it.
I hope this ease of tackling miles keeps coming. Maybe it was my pent up frustration releasing itself into muscular energy? Whatever it was, I will take it.
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