The Third Mile

Ran a modified Holly Grove route today. At the cutoff in the field I went straight, turned up by some trees just before hitting Wellington Neck Rd. Skirted the trees, did a short stretch on Wellington Neck, then down past the vineyard and the horses, back into the Nottingham's field. Back down Holly Groce Rd, right turn by the cemeteries and back to Franktown.

Discovered this week that I have a thing called an IT band and it's acting up in my left leg. Had to stop a few times when it got tight.

I have also discovered that the first 2 miles are always the hardest. It's like taking a trip with a recalcitrant child.
Me: Come on, let's go!

My body: I don't wanna. It's a long way.

Me: It''s 5 miles. 6 at the most. You've done that before.

Body: It's cold.

Me: You won't feel it in 3 minutes. Besides it's 45 degrees. Not cold cold.

Body: (grumbles silently for a mile)

Body: there's a shortcut home coming up.

Me: We don't need to take it.

Body: you're running further than the plan says to.

Me: we're trying out a new route. And it's only an extra mile.

Body: I have to go to the bathroom.

Me: you just went to the bathroom.

Body: it's number 2 this time.

Me: O. My. Gosh. You are such a pain. There's some woods over there if you really need to go.

Body: I don't really need to go.

Me: good

Body: Yes, I do. Stop now.

Me: if you still need to go when we get to the woods we'll stop there.

We didn't need to stop and by mile 3 I was incarnate again - no longer a slave to an artificial mind/body split. Given all that, I'm going to start with the third mile from now on.

5.5 miles
1 hour 1 min.