Not all is solved.
Not all is better.
The big guy upstairs is still on my shitlist.
The same problems that were there before are still there.
But MAN does a nice, hard 8 mile run go a long way toward making one feel better.
I had planned on a short 4-miler, in part because I just haven’t been running lately, I mean AT ALL. But once my legs got moving, I just wanted to keep going. They (my legs) knew I needed it. After taking it relatively easy for 4 miles, I slowly picked up the pace. It was hard keeping myself in check. The anger, the aggression, it all needed to be let out, but with so little mileage lately, I didn’t want to injure myself, particularly with New York just two weeks away. After running mostly in the mid-8′s, I just let it all out – starting from about 4 1/2 miles to the end of mile 7 I ran sub-7′s. I grunted, I yelled – I could feel the tension flow out of me.
As I cooled down for the 8th mile, I laughed, realizing just how much I’ve missed running, how much I need it.
By the end, I was spent. That’s what a lack of running will do to you.
I need to get back to doing this regularly – it’s my therapy.