Running euphoria. That's what I experienced today. :)
I was a nervous wreck while dusting off the car before I left for the gym today. "What if I've lost all the endurance I've built? What if I pull something? What if there is too much mucus in my lungs from being sick? What if-" And then I fell into the snowbank. Really. I was soaked and filthy from the road salt/dirt snowbank crap. And I just had to laugh. It was ridiculous, and I figured that was some higher power telling me to chill out.
So I walked into the gym looking like a filthy monster with wet pants, I didn't care though, I was on a mission. And that mission was interval training.
The intervals were a blast, it was nice to hear Ullreys familiar voice urging me on and reminding me to keep my arms loose. When I was done I still had some energy, so I put on Florence and the Machienes 'Dog Days are Over' and ran. And I mean ran. Fast. Not just fast for me, but fast for anyone. The boobies were swaying from side to side, I was gasping like a fish out of water, I had a huge goofy smile on my face, and I just ran and ran and ran. It was amazing.
Fun read Every now and then you make me almost want to run too. Falling in a snow bank sounds more like something I could reasonably do though.
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