Intrigued? Stay with me here.
Well, let me start off by saying that work was a disaster today. I started work at 6:30 with the plan of finishing up at 3:30 to run and do yoga. However, at 3:00, a trouble ticket came across my desk that I had to address. Technically, it probably could have waited until tomorrow, but it affected our production environment and I felt obligated to take care of it. 3 miserable hours later, I finally had a solution. I was pissed. It was 6:30 and there was no way I could make time for both a run and yoga before dinner. I decided to settle for a run and grumpily ran out the door.
Grumble, grumble, grumble. I was totally pissed off. I couldn’t even enjoy the fact that I was at least running. All I could think about was how long the work issue took and that I had to skip the yoga. As I approached the first mile, I glanced down at my watch I realized that I was flying. Split: 7:33.
Halfway through the second mile, I passed a group of runners going the opposite way. I was happy to see that most of them were all wearing reflective gear and/or lights. There were a few morons running in black clothes in the pitch black. Towards the end of the mile, I decided that I was going to make up the yoga session tomorrow after my swim. Split: 7:08
By mile 3 I was really wishing that I wore shorts. It was upper 30’s and I was getting pretty warm. I was in a groove. The angry had dissipated and I was enjoying the run. As I approached the mile mark, I saw my prey – a gazelle in the distance. The hunt was on. Split: 7:37
Only 100 yards separated the cheetah (me) and the gazelle (my prey). I bounded along with long, smooth strides cautiously approaching the gazelle as to not spook him. Within a quarter mile, I
pounced passed him. I even mentally growled to myself as I blew passed him.
Nearing mile 4, I passed a bunch of runners going the opposite way. They were actually the same group from before. I was tempted to turn around at the 8 mile turn around and chase down as many as I could. It was getting late and I was hungry though so I decided to stick to my 6 mile loop. Split: 7:34
Mile 5 starts with a climb up the Hall Street Hill. Normally the hill will slow me down a bit. Not today though. Nothing was getting in my way. I hit the hill firing on all cylinders. (This is where I somehow shifted over from gazelles to petrol probably due to too many Top Gear episodes.)
After the hill, I got stopped by a red light. When the light turned green I blasted out of the gate like a Bugatti going from 0 to
60mph 8mph in 2.5 seconds. I swear there was wheel leg spin as I took off. Split: 7:34
The home stretch and I was flying high. It got slowed up a bit because the sidewalks were a little rough along this stretch. However, it was a bit of a confidence builder because my balance has been a bit sketchy since the injury and I was able to skillfully maneuver over the rough terrain. I charged up the final hill and redlined it all the way through the finish line. Split: 7:20
What started off as a crappy run turned into one of my favorite runs. It was a huge confidence boost and overall very enjoyable. Ironically, when I got home, we had bean and rice burritos for dinner – petrol in another form.
Thanks for reading!