Another 88 minute run done and it was easy … as easy as it should be by now. But while my body seems to have adjusted fine, my mind has not quite yet. I am lying to myself about the amount of time I run. Not really lying, but I am saying 88 minutes instead of 1 and a half hours. I am not really aware of who I have become by now and that’s probably a good thing. It somehow became my new normal that I run through the dark:
… watch the sun rise … … have huge amounts of energy and run … a lot. So while I feel as fantastic as I am, I guess I just keep ignoring any notion of my former self and what she would say and keep on running.