Mar 25, 2009 14:11
Yesterday it was raining and pouring all day. Then around 2 pm it appeared that the sun miraculously came out. So I waffled and then determined to go running outside. Plotted a course along the lake, and walked down to my start point. Then I ran.
And it sucked. Hardcore.
Within two minutes I was considering giving up. The transition from treadmill to real running is killer! I convinced myself to keep going, and keep going, and keep going. I ran the 1.47 miles that I had hoped to run. It was the hardest run that I have ever completed.
I thought I was running butt-slow, but apparently I was making a 11:24 mile average, which is slightly better than my 5k time of a 11:46 mile. On the walk home (the entire walk/run was 5.4 miles in 1:15 or so) it finally started raining again lightly, maybe 4 blocks from home. Victorious! And the lakeside run was gorgeous. The center of the lake is open and unfrozen again, and the ice floats in giant baseball-sized chunks along the shore. Along some portions the ice had piled up in giant mounds along the edges, looking like giant hotel ice buckets. I am more pleased with having completed this run than I have been with anything else I've accomplished recently.