Run Into Flowers

Had such a great run tonight. Almost made up for not going yesterday. Definitely had some guilt about that, failing my five times last week goal. But it's a process, getting into a routine like this, and sometimes life just interferes. Staying up too late for drunken talks = wanting to lie around for just an hour or two before family commitments the next day.

But tonight was really good. I mapped a route for 5.526 kilometers. Had my watch on for the run, but it was securely fastened under my breathable shell, and I decided to leave it there and just run on instinct. My route took me essentially close to around the entire perimeter of my uptown. I got to run by the universities, the park, my girlfriend's parents' house...oh, and then (read: somewhat terrible planning) up the longest incline to the highest peak in my neighbourhood, and then down a steep, windy, wet-leaf covered residential hill. But it was a good run.

I mean, I got back, and I didn't feel exhausted. I felt invigorated in a way. I was able to sprint most of the last stretch, and while there were a couple times that I slowed to a crawl, I never walked. In fact, I should mention that in all of these runs so far, I've never needed to slow for a walk. It's pretty incredible to feel your body respond to dedication so quickly - the progress is really reinforcing. As someone who generally feels so uncomfortable and at odds with the various malfunctions of their body, it's nice to appreciate what it can do for once.

Albums bumped while running: M83's Dead Cites, Red Seas and Lost Ghosts

Stay true.