I wish I could say that I was running as fast as lightening – metaphorically speaking. But, I think I did a pretty good job for my first real run in almost a month. It was beginning to get dark as I sloppily slapped kisses on the boys’ foreheads and then peeled into my running clothes. Thirty minutes is all I needed, as long as the rain would hold off and the sun would linger.
My fastest 5km pace was last summer at this time – 4’56” per km.
I’d like to imagine that I’ll get back there someday, but for now I’ll bask in the warm, accomplished feeling of knowing that I ran a steady pace. I found that wonderful running “sweet spot” where you’re running fast enough to feel your legs and lungs burn, but not so fast that you feel the need to stop and walk.
Maybe it was me finding my stride again after a hard month, or perhaps is was the electricity in the air from the impending thunder storm. Whatever it was, it was a fantastic way to end the night.