Recreational runners sometimes get to a point where going for a run doesn't hurt anymore. It just becomes something they do. Maybe they'll suffer a little bit if they decide to train for a marathon, but since suffering sucks, they avoid all but the necessary pain - namely the weekly long run and the race itself.
A few even go as far as to do actual workouts every now and then. Generally, speed hurts. Pushing oneself hurts. Some tolerate the pain better than others, but it usually feels great when the workout is over, and the sense of accomplishment drives many to do it again another day.
Today was one of the rare workout days where I transcended pain. Instead of enduring suffering, I out-of-body doled out an ass-whopping like no other on the frame that I usually occupy. I was the inflictor of pain, not the inflictee.
Amanda Ewing and I carpooled down to Cheyenne Mountain State Park to do our long workout - two hours with 45-60 minutes uptempo mixed in. We decided to scout out the Cheyenne Mtn 25k course and add on if necessary. Neither of us felt especially spry at the onset of the run. I suggested we just log miles until we hit the Talon section of the trail (about mile eight on the course), then work that stretch of seven-ish miles.
|Talon loop is the bottom one, tops out on the far left.|
At the top of Talon, I enjoyed some rolling, twisting, and downhill burners - 6:31, 6:18, 5:43. Flying down twisty singletrack is bliss. Met back up with Amanda. Mopped up with a few miles afterward. 2h45min, 19.5 miles, 2,400'. Looks like another 60-65 mile week in the books with an easy ninety minutes tomorrow.
Feeling poppy today.