Day 6: One mile.
I wasn't planning on running my mile at 8:45pm but there I was, running down poorly lit sidewalks as fast as I could so I could get back to my wife and my quesadilla waiting for me after a longer-than-expected day at the Y. My pace was good and my muscles felt more willing to work than they have in a while. Every mile brings the feasibility of this whole endeavor into sharper focus.
I won't spend any time on why my day was so long. It's not worth repeating and I'm the only one who cares in the end. I will say that I had a lot of frustration to get out and I wasn't all that surprised when I got home and realized how much the mental fuel helped to quicken my pace.
The run itself, aside from all the mess, was quite nice. The air smells different after the sun's gone down and the air is still warm and a bit heavy from the heat of the day. I kept drifting back to night's of flashlight tag in cul-de-sacs running through yards and bushes and laying flat on my belly to avoid the piercing beams. The droning cicadas masked my labored breathing from the seekers on those nights and they were with me again last night, providing company as I pounded down the sidewalks and streets.
The cicadas couldn't drown out the little chihuahua who began to bark as I approached her driveway. I thought she might be coming out to greet me but she started to give chase. Thankfully a dog's territory seems to be proportionate to its size and she gave up before I had to contemplate the implications of kicking a tiny dog in self defense. If I keep this up as long as I intend to, I'm going to have to deal with bigger dogs down the road. Hopefully a better plan is in place by then.
Ryan
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