There are times when I finish a run or a bike ride, and I know that I've experienced moments of profundity. There's something about the long steady efforts, and passing landscapes that lend themselves to deep thought. Nights like tonight on the treadmill are not like that at all. About the deepest though I could come up with was, "Keep breathing. If you stop, you'll fall off."
It seems that my legs were still a little overcooked from Sunday, since this shouldn't have been such a difficult effort. I was using the treadmill to force a good pace, shooting for five miles at 8.8 mph (excluding warm-up and cooldown). I made it through the day, but I was right on the limit coming home. I should have been pushing but not struggling, but I spent the last mile and change trying to make the mileage counter speed up. I should be feeling this for a few days. I'll probably swell up pretty nice on the plane tomorrow.
Run: 8 miles, w/5 miles @ 8.8 mph + 4 strides
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