OUTSIDE!!

My miles for the week were a little down. I remembered that I didn't run last Sunday.
There were NO Excuses for this SUNNYday. Almost 50 degrees of blue skies and sunshine. I was not wasting this. Too much winter whining too not full advantage of this 45 degree heat wave!

Its all about the music for me. I LOVE music. I love dancing. At home, I knock out the cleaning with music and dancing. I have a party with a dust rag and mop.

Running is the same. I have no shame in singing out loud down E. Holly Rd. Jim Croce sings oldies and I get all rock and rolley.
My first mile, was mostly a wash because "Delirious" sang in my ears making me want to dance more than run!
But Prayer in C sings tunes in my ears and my legs hit the pavement with purpose. My shoulders feel loose as I want to swing my hips and dance. I take a deep breath and feel so free, even flirty like a teenager. A little smirk is birthed and I am lost in the chorus.

I love the fresh air, the birds in the sky are floating in heaven, my skin is cold to touch but my temperature is perfect. Everything is perfect.
I am hitting my target pace, the body is strong and pain free. I am actually chuckling to myself, it feels like I am being pushed from behind. I can hardly keep up with my legs.
The music in my ears was motivating me to push through the inclines that I was not used to. Running on the track for weeks kept me from the elements.

I really didn't know how I would run after being pampered indoors on a flat fast track.
Reminding myself of what I ran 10 miles at on the track, I had to try and keep pace with those numbers.
I had to contend with hills, wind, slush, ice, mud, cars and snow banks.
When I looked at my pace it coached me where I needed to be. I even missed my Garmin. Numbers don't lie.

At mile 7, the music had to be louder, "Sail" came on, I took a deep breath and intentionally planted my feel down, brought my arms up, focused my eyes far up the road and pressed in on my tired legs.

Nothing hurt but my pride, The pride of not being the runner I was before I got injured.
The music was my drug of choice to drive it home. I knew I had to be out of breath, when my side started to hurt, I knew I had to FEEL it.
When I couldn't feel my legs I knew I had to be grateful. Comfortably Numb.

At Mile 10, I hit the stop button on my watch and did a easy pace back home the last mile.
I saw a florescent jacket running towards me. I quickly got my best runners posture and picked my pace up as I ran towards them. I wondered who it was, "Don't look tired Nita, Fake it GIRL."
The closer I got the more I knew I had to know this runner.
"Was it Andy J., Ken H. or was it that guy I saw running down my street a few days ago?"
I had to take my glasses off, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me or maybe it was a mirage..was this....ANDY??!
"No FREAKING WAY...LOOK Who CAME out of HYBERNATION!" I yelled from across the street. I was running in the middle of the street to catch him. He started to blush, "Shut up, Turn back, go home." he chuckled.
"Look at YOU!" I teased him for a few minutes.

I let him go his way. I was so happy he was out there, I knew I better not make too big of a deal. I did however grab a couple pictures!!

I put my music back in my ears and headed uphill towards home.

RUNDOWN:
Distance: 11 miles
Last Weeks total Miles: 40.
I saw a lot of people waving at me today. I love being waved at and not flipped off when I am running! I tried to smile as much as possible, considering I was on the road most of the time and I was clearly the minority.

"Running is a numbers game. You need to put in the training mileage. Just like making bank deposits before making a withdrawal."  Bill Katovsky

 

 

What is YOUR Power SONG?

Thank YOU for 100,00 VISITS!!!

Anita~

 

Anita