Friday, February 4, 2011
Tribute to the Gods of Running Run: 1/30
The third mile just kind of sucked. I ran up Morrill turned left through the parking lots of the Buildings facing Western Blvd., took a right on Dan Allen and right on Sullivan which I took out to Gorman St. By this time, I was starting to feel bad and not looking forward to running up the little hills around the Sullivan-Gorman intersection and the bridge going back over the railroad tracks. Iwas able to push myself to keep going because I knew if I stopped and began walking that I wouldn't be able to get myself running again. The third mile took 9:59.47, but it felt like 3 days.
The last .88 was a suck-fest and as I ran toward the Hillsborough St. intersection on Gorman, I was praying for a long red light. I would have no choice but to stop at the light if I wanted to go home. As I approached the light it was Green I feared that it would turn red before I got to the intersection. And not give me the time that I needed to rest. I figured that If I stopped for the light and only the light then I would be able to force myself to run the rest of the way home because the stop would have been forced by fate. But if I stopped by choice, my spirit would be broken and I wouldn't get going again, which would have been that bad considering how close I was to home. But, this was becoming a point of pride with me and I wanted to finish this run. Luckily the light didn't turn until just before I got to the corner and I got to enjoy on glorious cycle of the light including a green turn arrow before I started running again. I did the last .88 in 8:49.39 which is 10:00 min. mile pace. When I got home I was beat and dripping sweat. Hiroko had just arrived home from work described my aptly as Gross, which was not only how I looked but also how I felt. But, I had done my duty and paid tribute to the Gods of running by taking advantage of the bountiful day they had provided me.