Optimism
Dare I say...perhaps this is getting a tiny bit easier? Today my pace seemed appropriate, and yet I wasn't panting and puffing as much as I'm used to. I was waiting for that part of the run to start, that part where my legs feel heavy and I can't seem to breathe deeply, and that part just...didn't happen. Halfway through the last interval, I told tegyrius that I was going to push a little harder up the last hill. It's a long, slow incline, not what I would choose for finishing a run, but we use this route because otherwise it's pretty flat. Running up that hill what was destroyed me on Monday. Today, I felt strong. I felt like a runner. It was rather nice.