Yesterday I ran. It was only about 2 miles but I ran.
And I really needed to run, for various reasons I was so wired that I just needed to remove some of the chemicals from my bloodstream. And so despite having 18 miles in my legs from the day before, I went out to potter for a mile and ended up doing a mix of potters and sprints for 2.5 miles. Looks like nothing on Strava or Polar, but parts of it felt very good.
I think the big difference for me, is that in the last six months or so I have found a third gear. When I was struggling a couple of years ago I had one speed, somewhere around 11 minute miles. When I started to pick up, I regained another speed (for racing) of under 10 minute miling, which was utterly brilliant, mainly because I had thought I would never see it again.
And in the last couple of weeks, I have found that there is a third gear hiding. I can just (as if I was in a car) put my foot down and accelerate and run flat out for a bit. Now, for many runners reading this that is a given. And I do accept that I occasionally accelerate in a normal run to pass irritations, and that I run a lot faster for 5ks that I do in training. But this is different. It is fun.
And the best thing about the extra gear is that when I am very angry or sad or just have an emotion that is strong that there is no name for, I can just push and push and push, and it feels good, not bad.
Need an antidote to this seriousness?
Baldric taking the afternoon air, and clearly not admiring (because he can’t see it) the contoured cat lawn with long and short parts for his delectation. NB from a horticultural perspective the whole lawn thing would have worked better if it had bloody rained at all in the last few weeks…. bah