No strings attached

This morning, after sleeping in, I went for a 30 minute out and back run (15 min out 15 min back). It is absolutely amazing how nice it feels to run with no headphones or music or gloves or hat or anything after a season of running all layered up.

Running with music is something I've only picked up in the last couple of years and have yet to really become attached to. With the proliferation of podcasts out there now, however, I find my self running and cycling with one ear plug in more and more. But after sleeping in this morning and checking the weather to see that it was mid fifties and a 15-20 wind out of the south, I decided to just throw on a pair of light tights and a wicking t-shirt and head out the door - no setting my iPhone to whichever of my billion podcast I've infected my playlist with or trying to figure out the best way to attach the phone to my body since I've yet to splurge on an arm band for the thing.

So off I went, into the wind first of course, and immediately I remembered why I initially was so hesitant to run with music in the first place. I felt light, I felt free, and I could hear everything around me and there was absolutely nothing to distract my mind from wandering wherever it pleased.

No doubt I'll return to my mind numbing musical distractions soon enough, but today was a wonderful escape from the web of wires and heavy accessories that has recently invaded my runs.

As usual, the wind didn't help and even though I went out into the wind first, I was unable to negative split the run and ended the 4.6 miles in 30:50 with an average HR of 166.


Peanutt

Just saw them off and call me tenderfoot

My shins that is, but not above the bottom of my calf muscles- after years of distance running in high school I have just now developed something resembling a respectable calf from cycling and I'm not quite willing to give those up. But the shins, they can go, right there in the middle, just like the movie Gataca (sp?) where they sawed his shins in half and inserted implant rods, I'll take a set of titanium implants, something not so fragile that won't ruin a perfect 65 degree sunshiny day for running.

And the blisters, they remind me of those days in high school track when the Texas sun would shine down in the middle of the afternoon and by the 15th or so repeat 400 it literally felt as though your shoe were melting away and you were testing your manhood infront of the tribe by walking across the coals...except, again, its a perfect 65 degree day with a slight breeze, no reason they should feel this bad. 

In recap...I ran about 7 miles, according to google maps, out and back starting into the wind and it took 48:55 (23:50 out 25:05 back) and I could've done without the shins, I'll recap my week at a later point in time, but this should do for my first post...

Peanutt