Do you ever have one of those runs where you’re basing your pace on your breathing and it feels like you’re running in sand, then when you check your actual pace it’s faster than you’ve run in ages?
You think to yourself, ‘Woah, cowboy. Rein it in or you’re gonna be walking home’ and you try to slow down, but instead you just keep going faster.
So you say to yourself, ‘The 20mph winds are really speeding things along, but you’ll pay for it when you turn around and have to run into the wind’.
But then you reach your turn around point, and now the wind makes you feel like you’re running in a pool, but only hypothetically because you’ve never actually done that, and you glance down expecting your pace to be full minutes slower than it was, but actually your pace is still dropping.
Despite the fact that the second half of the run is into the wind and you’re blinded by tears, it still turns out to be one of the best runs you can ever remember having. The fact that you can barely remember your runs from last week does not diminish the perfection that is this most recent run.
You promise yourself you will remember this run.