>I was actually looking forward to my run today, if you can believe that. I got exactly 0 minutes of exercise yesterday because we drove down to NJ to visit Dan’s grandma who is in the hospital, and today I have a ton of reading to do for my anthropology class so I’m feeling extra antsy.
I think this says a lot about how psychological the ability to run is: if I decide I want to run for 30 minutes but get back to the apartment at 27, I feel like I physically must stop. If I sneak the extra distance into the middle of the run, I won’t stop until I get home, even if I get really tired, unless I really can’t breathe (which rarely happens).
I’m glad that I’m firmly able to run 27 minutes at this point–I did 27:30 once, 28 once, and then today, so it was definitely no fluke. I actually felt really good until about 22 minutes, when my chest started feeling a bit tight, but I didn’t take a walking break and I finished really strong–I was flying on that home stretch! I wouldn’t say I liked my run today, but if every day felt like today I’d be happier. Usually I feel tired and grumpy. I have a crap ton of homework tomorrow, but I’m hoping to run again tomorrow. If so, I am going to run 30 minutes, damn it! That’s my next goal, and it’s kind of dumb that I haven’t met it yet–it’s only 3 more minutes.