At 09:40, started a run of 4.3 miles, that lasted 32:40 (m:s). It was intended to be a casual run, possibly an extended warm down from yesterday. It started out painful and stiff. About a quarter of the way into the run though, I started feeling a lot better. Without realizing it, I descended all my miles from about 8:30 down to 5:40. As I continued to walk home after the run, I was delighted at how much better I felt after the run, rather than before it. Now, some odd ours later after stopping, sitting in a chair, I feel the need to lay out on a couch, and stare at the ceiling.
Last night, I went to bed full. I woke up hungry, and ate some cereal. I was still hungry, but went for the run anyway. I had a large breakfast afterwards, and was full to the point I could barley lift my head, and now, only an hour or two later, I'm starving again. Food has been on my mind a lot over the past few days. Constantly and incessantly. People often ask me some form of "what fuels/motivates me to run?" This recent barrage of hunger has me thinking about the answer to that, both physically and mentally. I'm sorting through the answer still.
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