Yummy evening run with James...please notice the mileSSSS I ran...new distance record this training cycle (hehe). I felt much better than last night. My left hip was niggling just a little when I first started, but it went away relatively quickly. Felt that delicious runner's high around .75 and then again at the end. It's like "I'm ALLLLLIIIIIIIIIVVVVVEEEEE!" and fully awake. Nice.
Odd thought, I have noticed something kind of strange since I started running again: I seem to need to spit a lot more than I remember doing in the past when I ran. Weird, huh? I was thinking that maybe it is because this training cycle I've been almost always going with James, and James and I talk the whole way. And apparently talking a lot combined with pumping those lungs somehow equals a bunch of frothy bubbles in my mouth that I don't want to swallow. Talking a lot while running mimics rabies....a little. Real, or not real?