January 17th - Thursday - 7:30am - 41 degrees - sports bra, wicking tank, long-sleeved shirt, knit pants, gloves

Missed yesterday's run with travel. My schedule is so much harder to navigate when I go to Little Rock. I have to be much more vigilant in order to get my runs in. Add to that the fact that my family runs on a 24 hour schedule, and it means inadequate sleep as well. Well, off to do my 30 minute run - my first one ever. I have to do it without stopping. Without stopping.



Post-run;

30 minutes?


NO SWEAT!!


Well, plenty of sweat, actually, but really no problem on the running tip. I actually felt better than on my shorter runs. Definitely interesting to feel the process of my legs changing over to being cool with running during each session. They start out feeling sore and heavy, and I have to decide to keep going - then after they recover/warm-up/blood flows, they feel fine and can pump like a metronome. I think one of the things about being a mesomorph is that that changeover takes longer to happen than in ectomorphs. Would be an interesting concept, suggesting that I might be more naturally well-equipped to run long distances than I thought.



If, by some grace, I'm able to run tomorrow, I would like to run painful hill repeats over by the trailer, as that will be the best thing to burn out the stifling pent-up emotional energy that I have felt during this trip. The problem is absorbing everybody's emotional energy, and having no space here that belongs solely to me. Quite simply, at this moment, and feelings do change, I am sick of being a guest. Plus, the moral suppor tthing is draining when you don't have a little space to do your own thing. I am only now coming to a place where running can be that escape for me. Set me free.