Today I hit . . . . the zone. Yes, that mystical (mythical?) place that runners talk about apparently really exists. Usually when I run, it's a constant litany of checks - Abs engaged? check. Upper body straight? check. Chin up, arms pumping (elbow to side hand to side), easy stride, roll from heel to toe . . . abs still engaged? check. Toss in the pace checks, music critique, traffic awareness, and general environment processing and it's a wonder my mind doesn't wear out before my body does.
Today was an easy treadmill run and for the first time I just . . . ran. Turned off the brain and just tried to dial in a rhythm. And all of a sudden, it just felt right. My stride felt fluid and effortless. And I swear, the treadmill slowed to half speed. It didn't (I actually checked it finally - and that broke the whole spell) but I just felt like I was putting no effort at all into the run. Pretty...friggin...cool. Lasted 3/4 of a mile, but even the rest of the run was a really good one.
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