Well, as expected, I feel much better after my run. I started off tired and run down and now that I’m done I have energy. Kinda weird how that works… And surprisingly, I was not the only one crazy enough to be out on the trail in the wind and cold. Several cross country teams, lots of bikers and a man wearing the loudest pair of tights I have ever seen (or… umm… heard?). But he was definitely dressed appropriately because the pattern looked very much like an Easter egg… nice!
I’m finding that as I shorten my stride and pick up my cadence I am having to re-learn how to pace myself again. The stride change has sped me up a bit and now I have a tendency to go out a bit too fast and pay for it at the end. I do like the change though. It is much more comfortable to run this way and seems easier on my legs.
On this run, though, I did bless the creators of the porta-potty. And the geniuses that placed it at exactly the spot where, if I had gone another step, my dignity would have been forever altered and the subject of this blog entry would have been quite different… Coach’s note: Never eat out again… It gives you tummy trouble of the most… umm… urgent sort… heh…8)
I have baby duty tomorrow so mom can go have a little fun, so I may not get a run in after all. If nothing else, I can drag out the old dreadmill and go a few miles there. It’s better than nothing.