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PostHeaderIcon A gift

“Running is a gift I give myself. Even on days when everything seems to go wrong, I treat myself to the satisfaction of a run and then everything seems right again.” Arthur Blank

Not sure I could relate more to this concept. It’s so very true for me. It didn’t used to be, but when I shifted or evolved the relationship I have with running, with my body, the why – it is.

When you’re motivated by the outside-in gratification, whether praise or admiration from others or from the idea that you can burn the calories you ingested last night or a few days ago or that it’s what you look like in the mirror or to others, it’s quite easy to push, procrastinate, reschedule a run. Or whatever physical activity you connect with. But. When the motivation is peace of mind, clarity of purpose and unraveling of thoughts. That makes going for a run about the easiest thing to fit into the day’s schedule as anything.

There are days when I’m going a thousand miles an hour, with meetings and readings and calls and emails to take care of all morning and mid day. Then the mid afternoon sneaks up on me, I realize I still have a few hours of work to do, plus a few evening schedule phone calls and when, oh when, is that run or workout going to get in there? The old me, the differently-motivated me, would say, oh, I don’t have time today. I will get to it tomorrow. I’ll do a double run or two a day for a couple days to “make up” for it.

It doesn’t make up for it. I lose out on the mental, emotional and spiritual benefits by pushing it out a day. I don’t run the next day and go back in time to apply those benefits to the previous day. Doesn’t work like that. So. I crave the run. I crave the experience and the clearing out of the physical activity. The best part is, when I extract myself from whatever activity seems to be so darn pressing at the time, and get outside and begin to move my body the way it was meant to move, everything shifts. The stress of whatever it was dissipates. The tangle of thoughts unravel. The breath deepens.

Always worth it to take that moment. It doesn’t have to be exactly that schedule of a day. I was facing a very stressful meeting mid day a couple weeks ago. The old me would’ve waited until post meeting to do the run, because “I don’t have time.” And then the expending of energy to do said meeting would’ve most likely made me push the run after to the weekend. But. I chose differently this time. I rose early that day, as I tend to do when firing on all cylinders and/or wanting to fire on all cylinders, and did some work and study. And then at 8am went for a quick run. It was a gift I gave myself. I knew it would pay dividends, in benefits unseen too, for the meeting and beyond. Just the act of taking care of me instead of succumbing to the stress and expectations of sacrifice was empowering.

And I was back in a half hour. A half hour. That’s it. Most people spend three times that looking at Facebook and Twitter in a day. I gave myself that gift and it most certainly paid off with a nearly Zen me for the meeting. Sure I felt the surge of adrenaline and felt the rush of the emotional charge of the people involved. But I didn’t wind myself up in an unhealthy way nor did any stress I felt last very long. I went into the meeting feeling capable, confident and calm.

It’s addicting, in all the best ways, this habit of consciously choosing to take care of myself this way. To plan for the known  benefits of the run or workout – whether during a busy time or just plain old consistency. The brain works better. I work better. My heart works better. I think more clearly and see more clearly. It most definitely sets things “right” again. And that’s a well I will return to over and over again.

PostHeaderIcon Running while traveling

So, whether you’re seemingly always in training, or, if at bare minimum, you like to keep up with your running while traveling, how do you prepare? How do you manage? How do you make it work?

Like with any routine, at home included, planning is a must. Doesn’t mean you can’t be flexible. But. You have to plan. Going through my last trip, I had to think way ahead and pretty much through the whole trip. I knew the first few days were packed with a conference and with each day starting early and ending late, what could I do? Well, I’ve gotten pretty good at starting any and all days in a hotel with sun salutations, some core work and some arms work, all in a tight little order.

But then, what about the travel days? Ok, when I’m leaving home, I do in fact get up 1.5 hours earlier than I normally would to go ahead and work out. I can almost guarantee, no matter how strong the intention or desire, that after a plane right or two, plus logistics and arriving at the destination, I’m not likely to rally for a gym go or a run. So, getting it done first thing makes it happen. And my last trip? That meant getting up at 3am. Yup. 3am to make a 7:20 flight. Even I’m a little in shock I just wrote that! Wow, I did that!

And it paid off. Even though I got to where I was going a bit early, I was in seminar and work mode and no time to get a workout in. And, next morning? Did my routine PLUS a workout I sometimes bring with me (a riff on some Dailey Method moves.) Next morning? Just the routine. But it was more than I used to do, that’s for sure. Perhaps it’s because I travel alone all the time now, maybe I might not be so committed if a SO was with me, but no need to consider that bridge to be crossed when it hasn’t been built yet!

Anyway, on the last day, when I knew I had to go from one hotel to another, I got my gym time in. And I had planned that. I knew that I would. Just like I knew when at the next hotel, who’s gym I know, I could get a couple real workouts in – speed work on a treadmill followed by time on the elliptical. The elliptical is a machine I miss, not having a gym to go to regularly anymore. It definitely played a positive role in my training in 2010 and 2011 and I do sometimes really notice not having it. Like anything else, it’s all temporary, could change tomorrow. But when I’m in a hotel that has a good elliptical, I get my butt there and utilize the availability!

Throughout all this, I was looking forward to my last day – a day I’d planned to carve out a few hours to go do one of my all time favorite runs in LA. I’d started my whole day a little later (and off) than originally planned, so I got myself a nice little runners burn. BUT I stuck with it, and made it happen. I couldn’t give that up. No way. It meant not seeing a couple people I would’ve liked to, or might’ve reached out to, but I know myself well enough that if I’d sacrificed that special run to pack one more scheduled event in, I would have been uber frustrated with myself. Ideally of course, there’s enough time in a day to do it all. But, again, I know well enough by now that on a travel day, it never happens and I had a flight to pack for.

All in all, for being on the road for a week, I got five morning routines in, two in room workouts, three elliptical sessions in a gym and two treadmill sessions in a gym, and a nice two hour run outside along the beach and marina. It’s the epitome of  “do what you can, with what you have, where you’re at.”

I’m pretty happy with all that. Especially considering there was a time in my life that going out of town, whether for work or vacation, meant I let myself OFF the hook, looked at it as time away from the rigors of the routine, and seemingly relished the “break.” Wow. Not for nothing, everything about my life is different since then too. Seriously, I couldn’t imagine doing nothing for a week only because I’m traveling. That makes no sense?!? If I haven’t seen the inside of every hotel gym I’ve been in in the last few years, it’s because I got enough running done outside to keep the glorious commitment going. Pretty great progress, I must say. That and, no lame excuses of not keeping up on training for an upcoming race cause I was on the road.

P.S. And let’s be clear, any stress that could arise via traveling or seminars or work pretty much vanishes or doesn’t even take hold because of taking good care of myself on the road!

PostHeaderIcon The joys of consistency

Running and training consistently. Amazing how easy it is to write, and not so much to maintain. And yet. When I do, it always pays off. I always feel better and enjoy life more. And I’m not one to use words like “always” and “never” and declarative words like that. But in this case, it is true.

Even if the run doesn’t go well during a consistent phase. Or there’s a dip in energy at some point and the push is just as physical as mental or emotional. But I’m currently two weeks into 90 days of significant movement everyday. I won’t say what the consequences are if I fall off, or rather, what it is I’d have to do, but let’s just say it’s distasteful and hell-no enough to keep me on track.

So there’s been days so far where a fast three mile walk has to suffice. But that’s about as “relaxed” as it gets. Otherwise it’s a run and walk. Or a run and training, legs or arms, always core. Or walk and training. Or a long training session. Or endurance running or specific speedwork.

It’s paying off. In just two weeks I already feel stronger, more myself, happier in my skin. And yes, it means that this morning I woke up at 3am to get my workout in, knowing full well I won’t for the rest of the day so better now. It’s funny to me that I wouldn’t do that for mediation when I was initially trained in TM. But that was a funky way I was taught, one that didn’t resonate with me so well. I wholeheartedly believe in mediation and do it on my own now, but the method in which I was initially instructed, for whatever reason, didn’t gel. I own my part in that.

Sure it means sometimes working out after dinner (nothing too strenuous with a full belly) or really having to consciously extricate myself from a work call or project in the middle of the afternoon to get it in, or knowing I have to do something in the morning, even in between raindrops, either super early or in the middle of the late morning. There are phone calls I don’t end up making and emails I miss returning right away, and text conversations I leave high and dry suddenly. But. I’m not an ER doctor, so I’m pretty sure everyone’s life is going to be just fine.

I like the lean feeling, the strong feeling, the following-through-on-my-commitment-to-myself feeling. It’s far from just the outside sense of how things are. It’s much more the internal peace I feel from the commitment, the consistency, the realistic control I enjoy from the efforts made.

PostHeaderIcon Sometimes it just works

Sometimes you get to time it right when it comes to the rain. It rains all night. Or pelts the windows all night. And you wake up to the street drying. So you time your day for when the run will happen. Navigating by meals and nutrition as well as the weather.

Sometimes you time it so right, you get a peak of sunshine in the afternoon, just as you’re getting ready for your run. Feeling good from strong healthy meals, you head out for a fast five and a half miles. It was a push, but you always have a way of remembering that you run because you get to. Amazing how those hills disappear with that recollection. Funny how the laboring lungs relax with that knowledge. Awesome how the whole body responds to support when the head remembers.

You get home, knowing you’re about to take a very excited dog on her walk. Shift shoes, grab treats and leash and you’re off. Knowing full well, the three mile fast walk immediately post-run is in fact helping in the foundation of your running. It feels good to keep moving. And you enjoying being present with the pup, laughing at her behaviors and quirks, paying attention to all your surroundings. Feeling awake and alive. And healthy. Sound body and mind.

Right as you come down the street to home, you notice some clouds gathering but you don’t pay attention because they were gathering all afternoon. You get your dog to sit, take the leash off her and walk down the street telling her to wait. This is the part you both enjoy. As soon as you hit the driveway, you say “ok, HOME!” and she comes tearing down the street way faster then she’s ever run with you. She makes a sharp right into the driveway and up the path to the front door.

Eight steps from the front door, you feel a rain drop. Four more steps and another. Right at the front door as you pause to give her a treat for obeying “home”, a splatter of rain drops falls on the back of your neck. You open the door, let the dog in and look up, smiling. Fantastic, well-played, great teamwork. Thumbs up and a wink.

PostHeaderIcon Cortisol

Seriously, what they heck is it and why does it affect the body so differently at times?

I get that it’s a stress hormone. But. I’ve read that it can raise stress levels that then pool fat around your middle and I’ve also had a period in my life where I got down to 120 (ew) and that wasn’t with dieting or uber exercise or anything. It was MASSIVE stress and then pain and craziness that caused that. But when I shared that with a professional helping me with my running in 2011, he said “oh, your cortisol levels were through the roof.”

So, which is it? Does amped up cortisol make you gain or shrink overboard?

While I’m certainly not anywhere close to my “heaviest” days (140), I’m also not super skinny but also energetic when I was down to 120. I mean, I had friends calling each other behind my back worried about me. I get it. I’ve seen the pictures. Emaciated is not an attractive look. Nor is it healthy. And, I can play with numbers easily when running regularly and keeping up with things. But lately, it feels different, almost like it doesn’t matter if I cut back on fat and alcohol and increase running and training, I’m still carrying some pooch (for me) in my middle. Me no likey. And, according to a doctor trip, I only gained two pounds over the holidays with all the indulgence I embraced.

So, am I stressed but in a different way. Do I not have cortisol levels coursing through me? End of 2011 I had a ton and was falling headfirst into a deep depression, and that’s usually a weight gain time period for people. Especially when I took three months off running early 2012. But. By Summer 2012, I was running around proud as a peacock with my hard-fought-for physique.

And now, I’m in shape. There’s no doubt about that. And probably have the best ass I’ve had in my life, which is saying something given le age. At first I was thinking I’d put a bit of pounds in the trunk but nope, not really. So, is this good stress or bad stress?

OR is the real question similar to the age question – a number is just a number. Weight is just a number. Age is just a number. You can in fact own that if you own your actual age number. Same with weight. I didn’t get that until I stopped not looking at a scale at a doctors office. Why let the number have so much control over me? It really is just a number. See above – sure, I weighed 120 at one point which according to a scale, is good. But. I felt like a drugged out crazy person and while some weird dudes might’ve liked the super skinny thing, it isn’t really that attractive (maybe some guys like a less feminine, which actually super skinny is, dame.) And according to a scale, perhaps 140-145 would be more than I’m used to.

But where I’m at now, 133 and full of muscles, feels strong. Even if there’s still some areas I’d like to define more. It really is a journey, this body. What makes sense one year doesn’t the next. How the engine works one season, might not the next. How the body reacts to nutrition and training shifts and I have to shift with it. That keeps me curious, that’s for sure. And it means anything is possible.

 

PostHeaderIcon The Voice of Running

Literally. The Voice. And Running. The show The Voice. And Running. There’s something about the stories on the show that make me think of running. Of training. Of overcoming. Of staying your course no matter how many people call you crazy. Of pushing through personal doubts. Of achieving goals. Of dreams realized. Of the emotion that goes with it all.

I absolutely love watching The Voice. Sure, it’s funny and lighthearted at times – the banter between the coaches. And it’s more than that. It’s heartwarming. To see someone triumph over outside doubts and inside fears. To literally bear witness to someone’s journey. Regardless of what the outcome is – whether or not a chair turns for them. To watch them lay it all out on the line, their love of what they do, and go for it is inspiring. Plus, the feedback they receive is positive. Sure, call it constructive criticism, but there’s a sense of encouragement and understanding, of compassion in the feedback.

And so how do I compare this to running?  It’s a similar sense of stick-to-it-ive-ness you have to employ and empower to stay with training, even when people think you’re nuts, and stay with your goals, whatever they may be. They may be a race, a new distance, a particular finish time. Perhaps the number of races in a year or in a span. Perhaps it’s a symbolic race, or a city that means something to you.

That’s what makes the race special – it almost doesn’t matter how you finish. Yes, a nice finish, a good finish is great. And. Just like on the Voice, whether they get no chairs, one chair or four, the sense of accomplishment plays out. If no chairs turn, it’s like a race that was visualized to go much better but didn’t. And you learn from it. If one chair goes, it’s YES, I’m in. And, there’s still improvements to be made. It’s like a race that goes well and you know it could go better. And then the four chair turn – that’s the race you prepared for, the course that went as planned, the body and spirit that cooperated and supported – the finish time that added to the glory of a race well run.

And yes, even the emotion I watch the contestants evoke. From the nerves and tears before the race, the emotions of “I’m really doing this!” “here goes nothing!” “it’s on now!” “no turning back!” to the nerves in the voice as they begin to sing or the jangling legs as the race starts out. And the emotions of a dream realized. Of a goal achieved. Of knowing no one can do it for you and no one can take it from you. The experience is what you put into it, how much you prepare and what you set it up to be. Your heart’s on your sleeve. It’s all you. And my God it’s beautiful.

I love The Voice – it’s an awesome show that bears some relevance to running, in it’s own crazy way. It inspires people to go for their dreams, no matter what they are.

PostHeaderIcon Memory of May 2013

Tis funny almost to think of it now. I was still having pretty major right hip issues. Been lucky enough since then to have nearly no tinge at all. But flash back to end of April last year, getting ready for a freaky hilly 10k in Sammamish, and I wasn’t sure it was going to happen at all.

A few weeks earlier, I’d met Dr. Bob for the first time. His acupuncture released a ton of stuff in a complimentary session with Coach Bryan Hoddle. I mentioned my hip issue so he added a few needles to aid in releasing whatever was going on in that area. I mean, it had been two years of some kind of hip pain, no matter what I did. It was deep and uncomfortable. Occasionally it would subside but really, it was always pretty present. And I tried lots of various things, natural and not. All in vain.

Was it grief? Not dealt with? What was causing this deep seated, literally, issue? For quite some time I’d chalked it up to the weirder-than-strange head bump/concussion I’d given myself in April 2011. That had repercussions in a number of areas in my body. And head. And all that training and ALL that frickin’ driving (note to self – stop trying to prove something to people) had to have done a number on my hip. How could it not? So, here I am trying acupuncture and hoping hoping it helps.

Well, it did. In that, it moved. The pain went from deep in the right groin pain, that limited severely movement to in my right glute and top of my hamstring. Owweee. When I ran, it was more acute, the pain. Whereas before it was constant but muted, this was sharply painful and inconsistent. Although consistently during a run for sure. What the hell? What had I done? Hmm. I am sure it’s all connected, right? The right shoulder, hip, knee, hamstring, glute. Heck, sometimes it crosses the body, the muscles are all so interwoven. So, I have a big ol’ unraveling to do on my right side. Awesome. But how?

Did this mean I had to fully back off running? Nah. It really meant more sessions. In the meantime, I had a 10k to prepare for and the day before I’m for real concerned and for real freaking out. Should I? Shouldn’t I? I had a half coming up in Portland, and another half in Seattle a month later in June. Is this stupid for me to even attempt, will I do more harm than good, will it be worth it? Part of me thinks, just go do it even if half of it is walking (yeah right, in a race, my competitive side, with myself, knows no bounds.) But this is by far the most I’ve hesitated before a race.

So, I decide to text two people. One, my LA trainer Schuyler who knows me, my body and my running, plus he’s worked with ALL kinds of bodies and injuries and comebacks, so I’ll trust his advice. Then I text Coach Hoddle, head coach of the 2004 Paralympic Track and Field team. Working with runners is his work gig and his love.

I received pretty much the advice I was expecting. By that I mean – make your own decision by listening to your body. Don’t overdo it. Don’t go out if too painful or maybe cause more injury. And Schuyler suggested an epsom salt bath that night and make a morning game time decision. All very reasonable. Part of me, I think, wanted one of them to exclaim “DON’T DO IT!” or “DO IT, YOU’LL BE AWESOME AND JUST FINE!” in some way, but this was all much more subtle.

(Schuyler’s exact text: “Roll out tonight and get a good stretch in, maybe even a Epsom salt bath. If nothing changes in the morning and you have pain getting up or walking it’s not worth the damage it may do.” Coach Hoddle’s exact text: “I’d rest it. IT might set you back a bit. You’re a great competitor and it’ll be hard to hold back (during the race.) I have some theories on it.”)

Ok, so reading their actual texts, they did both pretty much say “don’t do it.” But, um, I digress. (funny little memory! I guess I really did want to do it!)

Having never done an epsom salt bath before a race, I’m curious how this will go down. It does feel good. And I’m still strongly considering not doing the race. But I will see how I feel in the am. I get a pretty decent night of sleep and wake up with the stronger desire to go through with it, in a state of wonder about my body and start to get read. And knowing full well in this case, I will in fact back off if something doesn’t feel right.

Race morning routine down, I easily head down to the start. It’s cold. And not super well organized. Ah well. It’s benefiting the Boys & Girls Club locally so it’s all good. It’s early and looks like decent weather. I thank my mom for dropping me off and get in the zone. The start is fine, I’m listening to my body. And I’m running just fine.

The biggest things I remember about the race is being pretty happy with my pace, and more importantly, feeling like while the glute/ham pain were ever present, I didn’t feel like I was doing any more damage by doing this run. And I kept running. About halfway through, we take a left and BOOM. Most. Giant. Big. Hill. I’ve. EVER. Encountered. In. A. Race. Wow. Seriously, I’ll be impressed to see anyone run the whole thing. It’s steep AND it’s long. (um, TWSS! :))

Deciding to go for it, I keep up my pace, with some decent energy. But about 1/3 up the hill, I’m not only feeling it generally, but the pain in my right leg is too much to be silly like this. So, having not done this before in a race, I start to walk. It’s steep uphill so it’s not exactly a cake walk all of a sudden. Feeling a few folks whiz, not really, by me, I’m bummed I’m walking but still ok with it. And end up passing a few slower walkers who’d sped by me earlier in the run. It’s certainly a bizarre course up until now. Cresting to the top, finally, we cross the main street in town and yes, looking that way down the hill…that’s a doozy.

Getting my wind back a bit, start switchbacking downhill on the other side, heading through a park and into a neighborhood. At this point, pretty much no one is around. Hard to get a sense of where everyone is, how the race is going and where are the spectators cheering us on? Wow, spoiled I am with big races and crowd support! Anyway, keep making my way through this neighborhood path, some downhill, some not and wondering if I’m making any time up from a significant walk. I mean, I had to have walked for a solid five minutes. And I can’t recall but I think I may have walked another part of the same hill or part of another hill.

But, while definitely feeling it in my leg, I’m now so far through the course I can’t help it, I have to keep going. And then the people helping guide the course become more and more sparse and I’m starting to wonder if I’m even still on the right course because there are not too many folks around. I see one and head right based on her motioning. As I get further down that road, it deadends at a T and there is NO ONE telling us where to go, nor a “not a through road” sign that would have been at least some evidence of which was not to probably go. So I spy back behind me and even though she’s pretty far away, she see me slow up and look left and right frantically for a few precious seconds.

She’s wildly waving  her arms to her left, over and over until I pitch left and give her a thumbs up and a wave. Ok, so that’ll need to be fixed for next year! Finally come up on the main road, heading to the finish line. What a weird end, still having to adhere to the signals that are right at the very end and do a very small double back to make the full length count. But, I head in, feeling actually a bit stronger than I thought I might.

So yeah, my leg hurt like a beeyotch after that. I talked with some sports therapy people who had booths at the post-race event. Couple of them use similar tools to what Dr. Bob had showed me he uses with athletes he works with. And I start to really wonder if I can move this out of my body altogether. I mean, a two year old in-the-same-place hip pain suddenly moved to the back of the same leg, nearly overnight. Thereby providing evidence that yes, in fact, I could get rid of that pain, so why not this brand new one?

I’m glad I did the race. And I ended up with a super solid finish time, especially impressive considering how much and not fast I walked up that hill. That gave me a little skip in my step for that and I am happy I listened to my body and went forward. Sure, some people wouldn’t have pushed but I like to think I listen well enough and know my body well enough that if I truly couldn’t or would’ve been facing serious continued damage, I wouldn’t have done it.

A 10k down, and then right around the corner, two half marathons. Originally I’d slated to do the 10k as a “training” run for the upcoming half. I mean, it is in fact a great distance when two weeks out from a half. So it was well timed. And turned out to be far more useful for me than originally thought, in that I listened to my body and worked with it to achieve a finish I was happy with and enjoy another race experience.

PostHeaderIcon The walker in the runner

So I have been walking a lot lately. All centered around one of the greatest dogs of all time. And it’s been interesting certainly because it is without question a different way to engage the legs. For a while, once I got regularly into walking her and almost always a solid 2.5 miles, I was wearing my same running shoes. Or rather, the more relaxed Newtons that I own. But the lugs under the ball of the foot kept bothering me, and in fact, causing some foot and full leg issues.

So I got a little smart and I switched to my Nike frees. And suddenly the joy in the walk came roaring back. Before it was an effort, almost boring but also kind of painful. And, not only that, but it actually then negatively affected my actual running. I felt twinges in my right toes and soreness around the balls of the feet, as well as tightness in glutes and hamstrings. But now! Now, the walk seems to be, well, freer! And enjoyable, and even quicker.

What I don’t quite know yet is how supportive, helpful or foundational the many additional walks are to my running routine. With my next race five and a half weeks away, I shall find out!

PostHeaderIcon What does running mean?

What does it mean? Running. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

For me, what it means, is freedom.

Freedom in the moment. In the moment of the act of running itself. Freedom from whatever might’ve been pulling me back or pulling at me before I went for the run. Freedom from the constraints and small thoughts of the mind. Freedom from stress. Freedom from lethargy. Freedom from my comfort zone. Freedom from routine. Freedom from stepping backwards. Freedom from judgment, self imposed or outside received. Freedom from darkness. Freedom from whatever might be weighing down the spirit.

It also means accomplishment. And far from a race. It’s about follow through. Not just follow through in the arc of training and achieving the finish of the race itself. More than that. It’s follow through of the intention that day or that week to go for a run. It required of me to change clothes, to be present and intentional, to make shit happen. There are steps to making the run happen. And even at those times when it seems inconsequential or the run feels “small”, the actual act of doing it and making it happen is the sustained elation and energy throughout the rest of the day.

And it means love. Self love. Because of giving and gifting myself the freedom the run brings and the follow through that brings the sense of satisfaction of accomplishment. If I truly stay in the moment of it all, how could it not feel good? How could it be anything than exactly what it’s supposed to be, that run, that day, that moment?

Ah, the beauty of the run. The gorgeousness of movement. The bliss of energy purposefully given to self.

PostHeaderIcon Running when I’m walking

Sounds a little bizarre, I know. But here’s what I mean – it’s the walking before the run. The gear up if you will, the pre-run, the excitement of the ability to start running. You can feel it in your legs before you actually start to run, before the arms are bent, before the core leans forward. It’s bouncy anticipation. And even if you don’t run for another minute or mile, it’s there. It’s waiting. And that walk is the fun precursor, the build up of energy about to take off. It’s almost so fun, enough to want to stay in that state, enjoy it a bit more before the harder work begins. But, no, you know that the harder work is where the magic happens and it’s worth it to push through and pick up the pace. Ever feel this unique walk in your running?