I need a lobotomy

Seriously though. If I could be the scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz, I can guarantee you that running would be much, much easier. Well, assuming that I had legs made of muscle and not straw. Anyhow...

Last night we went out to run 4 miles. I was still nervous about running even though I hadn't felt any pain all day. As we headed out and my ankles started to hurt. Then, the pain went away. Then, the top of my left foot started to hurt. Then, that went away. Then, my left quad started to hurt. Then, that went away. Near the end, my right knee (ie my IT band) started to hurt. And guess what? That too went away. Point here: my mind is so concerned with any sort of pain in my body that it makes crap up. This is very mentally exhausting. By the time I got home, I felt like I had just run 10 miles because I was focusing on every tiny feeling in my body for the entire 4 miles making those 40 minutes seem like an eternity.

So, my goal for this Saturday's run is to talk as much as possible to Carolyn, Laura, and Mike during the run. It is to be distracted by the cherry blossoms. My goal is to revel in the fact that I am in the best shape of my life and to just enjoy the feeling of running.