It felt like a month ago, twenty two minutes would be some kind of impossibility. Running twenty two minutes straight? You have to be shitting me. Cue today, where I'm heaving like a champ. The end of "Mountaineer" (No Trigger) had signaled the end of my run. Two miles in twenty two minutes. In real life, that's extremely slow. In my head though, I'm freaking king of the asphalt.
I began my trek back to the house. I always was about a quarter mile from the house when I finished, so I had time to cool off. That is usually the time when I think about the next step of the day. It's my focus time. Well, as much as one can focus while Red City Radio is blaring in my ears.
Unfortunately it was a day off. No plans. My worst nightmare.