Less Slow

Alright, let me preface this post by saying that I am not a fast runner. I like to attribute my snail's pace to the fact that I have abnormally short legs for my body. True Story. They're pretty short. There are potentially other variables more relevant that impact my pace, but this is usually what I defer to.

Yesterday? I ran an average of TWO MINUTES faster PER MILE than I usually do. I'll let that sink in. Go on. Read it again. TWO MINUTES. What? I was really shocked when I finished. I started replaying my whole morning in my head. Did I have speed for breakfast and just not know? Was it the coffee? Should I always have a crumpet before running? Was it my super cool shirt? The song list? Man. I really don't know. 

I'd LIKE to say I'm just getting faster. As in, the process is working. And I'll eventually be less slow. Not really "fast." But, more likely just less slow. I don't really know. I'd need to collect more evidence. It also could be I spent less time vomiting yesterday. No roadkill. I did accidentally run into a small tree branch... (Note to self: really, you should know this by now. Always LOOK up.) Apparently it didn't impact my time a ton, though the neighbors outside did find it amusing.

I really enjoyed the moment where I ran into my house and was yelling, "YEAH! Suck it! KAPOW!" It's a competition in my own mind.  And yesterday I won. By not only just not dying, but by improving.

You know, now that I think about it, it probably was the crumpet I had for breakfast. They're just THAT delicious. You read it here first.