After a delicate sunrise of pinks and corals, the sun came out to play. Fortified with a decent breakfast of eggs, toast and coffee, plus 2 hours to digest said breakfast, I went out for a run. I quickly discovered I had another case of turbo legs. I felt kind of like a human Pony Express. I could not go slower. I had no “safe word” to initiate a whoa, girl moment. I stopped to catch my breath a couple of times, then pressed on. I decided to ride the wave instead of pacing myself. Nine minute miles. Man. I have no idea when it will strike next, but I like it.
I could have run longer, but I’m learning about that, too. No need to kill myself every day. I can run more tomorrow. I ran 4 miles today. Fifteen miles this week. I’m starting to like this Janathon thing.