This morning, I really didn't want to go to the gym. I grumbled and groused and went anyway. For one reason and another, I didn't take my music with me, so I was paying more attention to the mechanics and speed of my run. I still have to stop several times during a run, but I feel like there are fewer stops. I suppose I could measure our count the stops, but that seems like work.
For the last third of my run, I was bored with just running so I started what fancy folks might call "interval training". I call it "screwing around and running at various speeds". I ended with a full-on sprint for 60 seconds, and it made me remember why running was fun as a kid. There's a kind of giddy joy in running that fast, like I want to yell, "hey! Look what I can do!" Somehow that statement seems more impressive when you're six than when you're thirty-six. Still, it's a good feeling and I'm glad I went to the gym today.