It didn't. I felt it, but it wasn't pain I felt. So I didn't stop. And I slammed out some nice speeds on those 400s, managing to stay in the 7:30s most of the time. I had worked up quite the sweat despite the coolness of the morning, but I ran my mile cool down into the wind, and was literally cooled down by the time I got back to the house.
It was a perfect 4-mile run. (And I managed not to see any burnt out garbage in the middle of the road, either.) And the knee?
It hasn't hurt all day. And I have been trucking up and down steps, forgetting things every 5 minutes in my upstairs classroom when I was in meetings downstairs today. I have also been up and down the basement steps a few times, doing laundry for Ragnar Chicago so I can finish up my packing this evening.
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| The dog just won't fit in the damn suitcase. |
I just don't know why it is that when I run faster my aches and pains get better. The only answer I can come up with is that my form pretty much blows when I run slowly for long distances, but improves when I start running faster. I wish I could run with a full-length mirror alongside me outside so I can see what the hell it is I'm doing wrong on the slower runs.
This weekend I'll be glad if I don't see a mirror, since showers are few and far between at a Ragnar. I will be glad that my only major choices during these are 1) when to sleep and 2) what to wear on the run and 3) how badly I smell and do I need to swipe on more deodorant so as not to offend my seatmate in an olfactory manner.
God, I love a Ragnar.
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