Sixteen 200’s! Two sets of eight with two to three minutes rest in between the 200’s and eight minutes rest in between the sets. Two 34’s, two 33’s, three 31’s and the rest were 32’s. A few weeks ago this workout would be gobbled up by the transcendent running experience, barely a blip on the memory radar. This is not a few weeks ago. Last Saturday, doing 100meter strides I couldn’t go faster than eighteen seconds.
Not that I was free of discomfort, and I didn’t dare run any faster yet, but the workout felt good, ending on a high note with two 32’s that felt amazing. Today, acclimating to the heat during the noon run, I am broken into segments; part of me lives in the past. Precious workout preserved forever, as all things are once they come to pass. Excited now, the part that is past bound is larger than the present part working way through streets on this hot run. Both parts are dwindling by the looming mountain growing on the horizon. The future part maintains primary grip on the multi tasking conscious, with all parts as always, symbiotically striving for grace and form.
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