Ending 2010 and entering 2011 saw me fighting some alingment issues with my right knee cap. The resultant pain was throwing off my form and rythm and made every run a bit of an effort. But, things came back together this week; and, on this past Wednesday I had a run that made me forget all about the last couple of weeks.
If you've been a distance runner for any amoutn of time, you know what a great feeling it is to get in the zone during a run. Finding that "groove" can be almost magical. As things begin to flow, all that exists is the sound of your breathing and your foot falls. Time seems to get compressed. The pace seems to be almost effortless. Your legs seem to roll over with almost no effort and your shoes feel like feathers.
This doesnt' happen very often; but, when it does - it's worth remembering.
Rarer still are those occassions when you are out on a group run with 2 or 3 or 4 of your pals. You approach the end of a long run and that's when it happens - the conversation ends, the pace starts to ratchet down a bit and all you hear are the foot plants of the group. And the pace starts to drop a bit more. And pretty soon, you're not really racing; but, it's no longer just a long run. It's morphed into a symbiotic effort of speed and grace - almost like a dance of power and speed. Magical indeed.
We've all had days like this; and, hopefully we all have more in our legs. Just remember, the next time it happens - remember to enjoy and embrace the run.
See you on the roads, tracks and trails.
The Muddy Buzzard