Fast Sharon

[arguchik]

I had a wonderful run today. I kept it low and slow almost the whole time. I'm still alternating running and walking for a few more weeks yet; but I'm covering about 3.2 miles overall. Anyway, for the last half mile or so I couldn't resist pushing my pace a bit. My legs felt springy and desirous of speed. I couldn't very well deny them altogether, now, could I? It felt good...I was a little worried that "Fast Sharon" might not be in there anymore, that she might have let herself out while I was busy getting too old for this shit. But no, she's still there. She'll just require a more finessed coaxing than she used to, I think.

Mind you, she's not all that fast, objectively speaking. She...I...(whatever) do alright, but I'd never hold a candle to, say, Joan Benoit Samuelson or anything, so I should be clear that I don't mean to imply any such thing. No...by "Fast Sharon," I just mean...the fast version of me, the one who can get a bit of lead out when she's so inclined. The one who likes to be able to, every now and then.

Comments

[rokeya.livejournal.com]

I love reading about your running. It's something I really missed during our period of LJ disconnect as I was switching journals. It's inspiring how aware you are of your body, your limits, and your process. I have friends who are runners who encourage me in their own way in my amateur running habit, but so often they are about miles logged or speed attained. Sure, I run with a pedometer because I like to have some general sense of how far I'm going (part of goal-setting and just being aware of what I'm doing and what X number of miles feels like). But it's not *about* the number of miles for me, or how fast. You're one of the few people I know who seems to feel similarly.

[malafrena.livejournal.com]

Yay for running!