That's the .sig line for someone on the Runner's World forums. I'm beginning to believe it may true after this morning's run.
Today was a 2 mile Heartbreak Hill run and my goal is to do that run in 25 minutes (remember the mantra? It's 13 up, 12 down). Today I did it in 25:04 - just 4 seconds off my goal. Last time I did that specific run I was almost a full minute off (25:58). Part of me wonders: is it the hill or is it the music?
Given the difference is funk vs. driving rock, I think it's the hillwork.
I have to admit I was a bit frustrated that, because of back-to-school shopping and everything else, I didn't get a chance to run yesterday... not even with the scary, crazy military guy. So I decided I'm going to run tomorrow as well. I'll be so happy when school starts and I'll have my regular groove back. Of course, if I want to keep running on the hill, I still have to get up early to do that route. I'm also going to have to look into doing some treadmill running when the temperature starts dipping below freezing.
Yes, I know running outside no matter what the weather is supposed to be a million, billion, trillion, zillion times better than inside on a treadmill - but I know me well enough to know that I'm probably not going to run outside if it's below freezing. Since I know that truth about me, then I'm going to have to find a nearby gym with a treadmill and weights so, come the spring, I'll be able to pick up where the fall leaves off.
Did I just say that? I'm looking forward to doing this in the spring. At some point, the idea that I am a runner edged it's way in from the outer reaches of my psyche. How strange....