My body, firmly in flight mode, will not stop moving. The chemical cascade caused by the afternoon’s hill workout yet courses through my veins. While I await the Metro’s arrival, I pace the platform. I pace for 15 minutes. In closing out my best training week of the year I am left wanting more. This is how I know I training correctly.
For the past month I have run everyday. I have not racked up big weekly mileage nor have I logged a single run over 12 miles. Consistent running, the addition of hillier runs, and the inclusion of adequate recovery days have left my feeling faster and itching to train harder. I will – in due time. For now, I wait restlessly for Metro… and tomorrow’s run.
That is all.