Workout: 5 miles, 10:51 average, Pace Gloves
Today's run was a good one. Nay, a great one. Dare I say, perfect? Or is that just asking the run gods to strike me down and put me in my place? Too close to the sun and all that. Whatever. It was awesome.
There was nothing unusual about this morning. In fact, I felt kind of crappy. I slept poorly (but hey, don't we all?) and woke up with a bad sleeping pill hangover. I wasn't exactly raring to go. However, runs must go on, and so I sucked it up and started off 'round the neighborhood.
Can we talk about the sun? The sun was out. Again. Don't let anyone tell you Anchorage never gets any sun; they've obviously got a very selective memory. During the winter especially we actually have a lot of sunny days. Today is day four of absolutely perfect weather.
In case you forgot what the sun looks like. Don't stare straight at it - you'll burn your eyes out!
From the first step, I knew it was a special run. I settled into my 10:52 goal pace immediately and had no trouble keeping it right where I wanted it. I had my Pace Gloves on and felt light as a feather. Gazelle-like, even. Never mind the moments when I glanced at my shadow and noticed I looked like more of a lame hunchback. It was sort of like that bizarre movie with Jack Black and Gwyneth Paltrow where Gwyneth Paltrow herself looks tiny, but then you see her shadow and it's kind of enormous. Trust me, that analogy works.
Anyway, I felt strong, light, and quick. So much so that I hit up my most-hated hill not once, but twice! This is where you praise me for doing something that's been done by billions before me.
And with that, I'm going to go annoy the rest of the world with my perkiness. So glad I could prove, as have so many others before me, that the best runs often happen at the most unexpected times.
- Are you getting as much sun as we are? I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a watch tan soon if this keeps up (it won't).
- When was your last perfect run?
- Run up any annoying hills recently?