The end is such a scary place to start, everything is torn apart. I don’t know where to go from here. – Jason Reeves
Day 1: 7.5 miles with 4 x 1 mile cruise repeats and half mile rest in between
Today was a great day. Not just a great day for running, but a genuine, beautiful day. Today really could be summed up by the weather. It was light with potential, but the heat made it an endurance race.
The run was little different. The pace was wicked. I had laid out my track ahead of me, a formidable course that traversed the Mississippi over two bridges and included the notorious West Bank hills. The hills lived up to their notoriety, they were grueling in the stale 70-degree sun and the rising gas fumes from the early morning traffic.
Taken in completely, the experience could be stereotypical of my running. I ran hard, walked twice, waited for my running partner, gassed myself, went too fast, went too slow, doubted myself, and ran with too much confidence. It was like a microcosm of my life. I was so many things at so many times that the run can only be referred to by one name: the run.
All's I know is that I felt great, and I can’t wait for the second day of this grueling plan. Boston Oh Nine baby.
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