Vlog: Running HIGH!
Song speaking to me: Starálfur by Sigur Rós
Today, the goal was twelve miles after work. My last twelve before St. Pete Rock N Roll Half. Thursday is not my early day, so hubby asked me to be careful running downtown. Inevitably, it would be dark when I finished. I estimated 7pm so he'd have an idea when to expect the call with a panting, "dun." He's got good reason for concern, as you will see later in the post.
I don't even know if I can describe what happened. The entire experience was surreal.
I started out kinda fast for me. Then I thought, just go with it. Maybe you can finish quicker, less running in the dark. If not, whatever. I'd slow down when I needed to.
The weird thing is, I didn't need to. It was almost out-of-body, but not quite. I felt the visceral experience that is a runner's high, and I LIKED IT.
Even when I got home, it didn't go away. So naturally, I made a video of my runner's high for all to see.
The weather was perfect. About 65 degrees, very cool, somewhat strong breeze. Heat makes such a huge difference.
I've had a runner's high before, but not like this one. It was like flying. I could've run forever and kept the pace. I rarely pass people, and I had about eight roadkills (three were men!). That alone made this run something special. I finished at a sprint, and still felt I could keep going at least another mile if I had to. My estimate for hubby was twenty minutes off.
|Actual distance 12 miles in 1:57:19. About a 9'40" pace.|
And these are my magic pants. I'm giving all credit where it's due. They make me feel like a real runner.
|Lance agrees that compression pants are awesome|
The song at the top of this post is from The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou. I forgot how much I like that movie. It's emotional when the song plays in the movie, and I felt like reliving that moment.
Now, time to devour a large bowl of ice cream. Lance would like to help me get some of the salty dried sweat off my face.