About once a week I run. Although running is barbaric, it's good cross-training, it lets me fit in a decent workout when my schedule is busy, and it keeps me from killing myself during the two 5Ks I like to support each year (the Athletes Helping Athletes 5K to benefit Southeastern Greyhound Adoption and the Deer Dash 5K here in my town).
Being primarily a roadie, I always feel rather slow when I ride dirt roads. Running seems even slower. I feel like I ought to be zipping down the road like I do on my bicycle. I ran at lunch today. Despite feeling fine physically, it was like I was running through molasses. Maybe it was just a warp in the space-time continuum.
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