Tricky...

I think my body is very, very tricky. During the first almost 2 miles of my run, I felt like dog crap. True, it was an early morning run, and true, I had pizza for dinner last night, but still. At this point I've been a runner for going on 3 months, and I feel as if I'm entitled to go for a 3.5 mile run without wishing a car would take me out.

After I hit the 2 mile mark, I started to fall into a rhythm. It wasn't the best running I've ever done, but my breathing was regular and my ever-present right Achilles/calf pain faded into a dull throb. It is possible that mentally at that point I knew I was over halfway done and so I psyched myself up. It is possible that at 2 miles I was fully warmed up on this chilly morning and therefore running better.

However, my hypothesis is that my body prefers almost ANYTHING to running. It would rather sleep, eat, deal with the stomach flu, be attacked by a dog... ANYTHING. So, it refuses to cooperate at the beginning of a run, hoping I will give up and go home. "She won't want to be this miserable for 4 miles," my body thinks. "She will pack it in." But I don't. And I won't. So hopefully my body will give up its tricks and release the good vibes from the start.