Three out of three. It can't be a coincidence! For the third run in a row, I've gone into it feeling awful and had a blinder of a run... go figure!
After two graveyard shifts at work I was of course feeling about as alive as road kill. Still, Oleg, my demonic Gulag guard insisted I head out for a run. Despite my pleas and at the pointy end of an AK-47 I found myself on the cold, dark rainy streets sore of shin and knee and muttering dark oaths of hellish retribution if I ever became able to enact my revenge against the cause of my agony. Damn that Oleg to eternity!
Except.... except that after the first kilometre or so I found I was really, really enjoying this run! My legs felt surprisingly strong and the hills disappeared beneath my feet as if flat and springy. Weird, but wonderful.
Having headed out for an "at best" 15 minutes of self-flagellation I instead finished with over an hour of fun on two legs, cut short only to stop my wife from worrying why a token quarter-hour gentle jog had transmogrified into over an hour of yee-har-ing feel-good-ness.
I'll be buggered if I can understand this running game. Really, I can't fathom it.
But I'll tell you this much ... give me more! This is pretty bloody good!
Deadish December 2012
