The Minute Hand
I've done more outdoor running in the last two weeks than ever before. Granted, I'm not running very long intervals or distances; usually two miles max in a little under twenty minutes. After the 5K on Saturday morning, I thought I'd be wiped out, and I was, but moreso from the lack of sleep paired with running than with anything else. I didn't even have any residual soreness.

This morning, I went in early as usual to lift weights before class. Everything seemed normal until I got to jog/run 121 and started the two mile run. Instead of taking it as slow as I expected, I shaved 32 seconds off my mile time, paced and chatted with one girl almost the entire way, and then passed two people at the finish to come in fifth with a time of 17:27. And I still had a good deal of energy left to spare.

It hasn't really been a mystery to me why people run... after all, I'm an endorphine junkie myself in different ways. I've simply never been able to get into the high-impact, lung-burning, long-winded trail runs that I think I would mentally enjoy. They're just too physically taxing. Now, who knows, maybe I will be able to get into this running thing after all. It's about time.