Working On Up

Post is a little late. After my run this afternoon I got sidetracked by dinner and Doctor Who and things. Ran Fort Greene Park again, though this time I decided to try the steps again. Even before I got to the stairs I'd decided to opt out of the pushups, though right now I can't recall why. Possibly because I hate people watching me do pushups, and figured it'd be pretty busy over there at 6pm. The first mile and a half to the park felt rough. I had soreness in both my calves that didn't go away, and it seemed to take forever to overcome the first mile wall and ease into steady breathing. When I eventually hit the steps, though, I saw that I was running about forty seconds faster than normal, so that's something. As I said, the plan was to hit the steps, running only. After one I was feeling pretty good, and it seemed like I'd regained most of my wind and energy by the time I'd come back to the bottom. After two I felt like I'd probably be able to make it to five. After three I was tiring, but five definitely seemed within reach. Then, at four, I realized that I would certainly be able to hit five, but that my legs might not have enough afterward to make it home running. In fact, at that point it seemed like my legs already didn't have enough to make it home running. I'd caught a few footfalls that seemed to waver, but at that point there was no stopping till I'd hit five reps of the stairs. I barely took my break once completed because the Beastie Boys queued up just then, and so I was forced to press onward. It feels like it's been a few runs since I managed to hit real cruising pace, but I hit it soon after leaving the park. I could still feel most of my aches, but the small hurts didn't seem to matter. It felt like I could just run through anything. It wasn't quite the runner's high when endorphines just take over and numb all the pain, leaving only focus, but it was enough. Probably no run tomorrow, but hopefully Sunday evening I'll attempt to tackle the long Prospect Park loop again. Run easy.