So, how did it go? I decided for this run I would focus on my center of gravity and the length of my stride. For some reason I always equate running with a lot of up and down movement, instead of forward momentum. As I began my run, I thought, the longer I stretch my legs the further I will go. Of course, in order to run with my whole leg, I needed to lower my center of gravity to keep my balance. Completely the opposite of what I had been doing. Short bouncy steps had dominated my gait, wearing me out more quickly and, frankly, not getting me very far. I glided, using my full range of motion to propel me forward over the path. Before the burn had even kicked in, before I felt out of breath at all, I had finished my first quarter.
I wish I could say the second went as well. At the halfway point I simply couldn't run, but again I focused on the length of my legs, even as I walked. Only the length of one house and I was running again. The second break came and went. Time for the final push. The muscles in my legs were howling in protest, refusing to move at the speed I wanted them to. Twice I slowed to a walk, yet twice I pushed my stride wider, covering more ground. And finally it was over. I had gone a mile and a half.
I will say this, I did run faster then I have in a while, but I think I could have been better earlier in the day. By the time dusk falls, whether I've run or night, my body is so exhausted from the day. Sitting down to dinner each night, I feel an intense need to sleep. Every muscle in my body shuts down and is ready for the night. To ask it, at the most empty time of night, to give me more than it has is too much. I can do it, but I'm not at my best.