Reaaaaaaally good run today. I felt excellent. Could have gone on some more. Comfortable pace. I weathered the weather. Roughly 27km (Malakoff route + 1 round of Jesselton). Time was around 2 hours 30 minutes but I took a terrified stop due to scary barking dogs, 5 minute toilet break, kept backtracking and running backwards to ask Sun Nee for directions (sorry ah kacau you so many times), and stopping to adjust the damn sole of my shoe which kept slipping. That's easily ten minutes wasted. Race day: must go faster, must glue shoe, must know exact directions, must pee and pee and pee before starting. Then everything will be awesome. This week, I hit 80km. How do I keep increasingly weekly, then?
Cadence is a very nice word.
I love running in the dark at 5 a.m. (Well, technically 5.15 a.m.) and you hear sounds around you but really, you're all alone and the silence is so profound and your legs are moving and you don't seem to hit the ground and everything is light as a feather and you start to sweat and it feels so damn good and you're keeping the pace and you're not thinking of anything at all and the rain starts falling in your eyes and despite that you just keep going and going and going and your feet have a life of their own; mind and body are separate entities but they are still one because they have to work together even though it's unconscious and there's so much communication between blood and bone and sinew and heart and emotions and all this is going on in you even though you don't know it, even though the rain is falling and the wind is blowing against you, you are unbeatable; you are indefatigable. Maybe this will only last for one day and I'll never have an experience like it again, but runs like these make me feel lucky to have legs and a 46 beats/min resting pulse.
We run because we are animals, and much more besides.
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