in other running news, I'm finally off overtime at work (sort of) so I went to see my old running group and run a timed five mile with them. I came in at 49:42. Yes, I broke 10 minute miles! I am so cool!
I'm not sure how I learned to love running but I did. I never feel comfortable for the first two miles or so, then suddenly I settle into my rhythm and my legs feel like they're supposed to be moving that way. I love feeling really exhausted. I ran for 80 minutes last saturday. I barely noticed the time. I don't listen to a radio or anything. I just run. It's like everything bad seeps out with the energy it takes to get me where I'm going. I come back with sore ankles and hips, and blistered, bleeding feet, and skin missing from places where clothing rubbed the wrong way, and I feel great. It doesn't matter what shoes or socks I buy, I still get blisters. I've just accepted it and moved on. ran on, that is.