2 miles in 24:37, 4 mi for the month, 4 mi for the year
When taking a straw poll of body parts for this afternoon’s stagger through the heat, my thighs voiced a painful and resounding NO! I went anyway, it was just a poll after all not a democratic vote.
The hot breeze was the same, the hot pavement was the same, the hot heat was the same, so I took a different route. I started by shuffling uphill from the office and turned towards Walmart. I came back to industrial after turning at some storage units.
My thighs were very stiff and protesting when I started, it was all I could do to not appear to limp to the cars and the old ladies on walkers that passed by me on my way uphill. I did achieve some degree of looseness, but I never reached a stride.
I just plodded along and tried to keep myself from leaning back and heel striking rather than mid-foot striking. A little thing I know, but each little thing now is a battle that does not need to be fought as hard later. I am simply looking to push through and give myself fewer comparable excuses to use the next time my body votes no.
The positives for this run were that I control my food strike reasonably, and I remembered how to use my chronograph (I had learned after yesterday’s run, but with my memory 24 hours is an impressive stretch for recollection). The negatives were that I shuffled like an old man pretending to be an even older man. I wanted to be a curmudgeon and complain with every feeble step, but I just fell into the mechanics of it instead. For me, I love when as my body approaches the machine state of running. I have a long way to go til I get there, but each little tick mark of progress in that sense feels good. Let’s see what tomorrow brings now.
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