My stretch for sprinting, behind the Bodakdev Fire Station…
First sprint: 37 seconds
Next: 36 seconds
I thought let me try to shave one more second.
3rd sprint: 32 seconds!
And I could’ve gone faster I felt.
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My stretch for sprinting, behind the Bodakdev Fire Station…
First sprint: 37 seconds
Next: 36 seconds
I thought let me try to shave one more second.
3rd sprint: 32 seconds!
And I could’ve gone faster I felt.
After quite a long time, I ran for >45 mins in the morning. When I started, in the first 500 metres of running, I felt a couple of niggles in the legs. I tried changing my running style a bit, and the niggles subsided, and I carried on. I couldn’t achieve a good speed but it was a pleasure just to be able to carry on for so long outdoors.
I feel good again. I am a morning boy.
Running makes me sweat like no other activity I do. Partly the reason I like running so much.
Yes, I want socks
that save my feet from the shoes,
and that save the shoes from my feet.
Achilles Tendon Insertion, that’s where it looks like something’s happening to give me such pain every morning.
With our feet are attached hundreds of sights, sights containing millions of pebbles and leaves, sights attached miraculously steadfastly, sights that may never emerge when feet are treadmilling.
For our legs, for most of us, houses may serve as no more than jails.
Long distance running is pleasurable. Every running body lends itself to a unique long distance. The certificate and that old legend have obscured the uniqueness.
Long distance running offers the satisfaction of statistics and tiredness and time consumed. Sprints take heart. A lot of heart.
They run thoughtlessly and addictedly, since someone ran ages back and died at the end of the run.
Since I can’t be running outside, a running commentary here. Okay okay.
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