drove through ghosts to get here

The 8 mile run last night felt surprisingly good. In all honesty, I was expecting a struggle to make it any mile past mile number 4, but the run felt easy. Julie and I met up on campus, although there was some meet up location confusion. I should also mention that we met up for our run after 10 p.m. On a Sunday night. That's dedication right there.

We ran up to the Mass Ave bridge, which was about a mile out from out starting point and stopped to stretch it out. I always feel terrible while running the first mile. I had started getting into what I call the "warm zone." It's the point at which I finally feel like a runner and find my rhythm because my muscles are warm and loose. Once I got to that point last night, I went into autopilot mode and just kept the same pace the entire run. I felt like a running machine.

For the duration of the run, I listened to 65daysofstatic's One Time for All Time. I don't what it is about 65, but whenever I listen to them, my focus increases by a factor of at least 5. I usually listen to something upbeat (i.e. Girl Talk, almost exclusively), but I knew I needed to pace myself for this run. Turns out I chose correctly.

The last surprising thing about this run is that I'm not sore this morning. I have no doubt I will feel it tomorrow morning though. It's always the day after the day after.