Yesterday was another one of those long days. I left work an hour early for school, and then sat in class for three hours. By the time I got home, I had been gone for exactly 12 hours, and sitting for probably 90% of that time.
That’s a lot of sitting.
I debated the entire way home on whether or not I should go for a run. I really wanted to. All I could think about all day long was how badly I wanted to go for a run, but it was after 7:00, I hadn’t eaten since 3:00 and I was starving.
I decided on a compromise. As soon as I walked through the door I grabbed a banana, ate it while I changed, and headed out for a run before I had time to talk myself out of it.
I knew it was going to be a good running day, I could feel it. But the whole time factor was really getting in the way, so I decided Id just do a short one, maybe 20 minutes, maybe 15. I just needed to move for a bit.
And then I got going.
I knew I was going faster than usual when I started, and I figured Id just go with it until I burned out.
Then I looked at my Garmin about a kilometer later and realized I was holding a faster pace than ever before. It was maybe a bit too fast (7:34), and I got progressively slower as I went. I even walked a bit towards the very end.
But somehow, by some miracle, I still managed to pull this off:
5k – 40 seconds faster than my best time ever. Ummmm . . . what?
I’m not sure how it happened, but it did, and it was awesome.