Wednesday, 24 February 2010
i had quite a surreal run this morning
at 0530, equipped with head torch, we headed out for a tempo run along the lakeside, in the valley so to speak. the underfoot conditions were a mix of ice, water, mud, snow, a right ever changing hotch potch. and the fog was thick.
after a little while, everything around felt a little strange. we were immersed in a white blanket with the head torches light bouncing back off the fog. visiblity was zero, only seeing anything once you were on top of it, making each footfall quite interesting.
the running felt good, flowing even..though something didnt seem quite right..the effort level didnt feel the comfortable hard it should have but the legs were turning nicely and the pace seemed good
it felt like i was running in some shrouded bubble..with no reference points to judge anything by
it was all an illusion. what it felt like wasn't the reality. the watch told a different story (backing up my low effort level). but it had felt like i was flying along. reality had been suspended.