Some runs feel better than others – on a good run occasionally you feel like your legs are carrying you so fast that you might be flying. Which from the back of the pack might not be that fast, but hey I’m never going to be Kenyan.
This morning – in week one back at running, I had one of those runs. I knocked over excuses to get my ass out of bed and into my sneakers to take on the road. I went through my new running warm up schedule which is guaranteed to make even the most confident runners feel like a uncoordinated baby giraffe. A few bounds up and down the street and finally I’m off on my run.
Today was a run on my regular route the princess loop. As I shuffled on the bike path I could feel the sun rise on my back, and glanced down the street to see the city covered in a think fog. Then down at the park a local border collie paced me for a while around the oval running up to circle around me a few times before heading back to his owner and back to me for a few more circles as if to say – you can do this!
Then halfway through my run, something took over my legs and strangely I picked up the pace for a strong finish on my 8km loop. That’s the stuff of the flying runs. And for a moment in your post run huff and puff you feel a little bit like a superhero, certainly makes for a good morning!.