So, something odd happened today at the gym.
I was running. I'm not a huge running fan, but I've found that I almost crave it on days when I don't run. (Fucked up, I know)
Like I said, I really don't like running. I do it in intervals only. I started with 4min walking/2min running x 6 sets. Lately, I've bumped it up to 3min walking/3min running x 5 sets. By the third set I'm usually panting and sweating pretty hard and by the fourth set I've got a small stitch in my side.
But that didn't happen today.
In fact, something really odd happened in the last minute of my last set. All of a sudden I realized that it wasn't hard. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't hard. There was this weird disconnect between "me" and my body. I could feel my feet pounding lightly on the treadmill, I could see my heartrate firmly in Zone 4, but I wasn't panting, I wasn't hurting, and for that last minute, it felt like I could run like that all day.
It wasn't what I'd call "fun." But it wasn't uncomfortable either.
It just... was.
I just was.