I sped up a little more. At this point I am about 1.5 miles into my run, and I am going at a pretty good clip. I would say maybe 7.5 -8 minute miles. Breathing is not ragged, everything feels good. I speed up a little more. (I am thinking to myself - ARE YOU FRIGGIN NUTS? YOU SPED UP?) I see an oncoming runner. He gives me a look. You probably would too if you saw a 250lbs man flat out running in your direction. Yes that is right folks, I am FLAT OUT RUNNING. It feels good, and my breathing is about what it normally is for a 10 minute mile. I stop at the 2 mile mark, and take stock. First I check to make sure my body is still with me, not passed out 1.5 miles back in a ditch. I pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming. Nope. I really did that. 20 seconds and my breathing is back to normal. What the hell? Then, and here is the crazy thing, I do it again, back to the house. I see my wife driving out of the driveway as I run up, and i do a jumping kick just for fun. I probably looked like an idiot, but it felt great. Then when I get to the doors I jump around like Rocky did when he got to the top of the stairs. I feel really good.
The next day I need to focus on not going out and repeating the run, or doing something crazy like trying to run 10 miles or something. I am coming off of a soleus injury, and just now increasing my mileage, so it would be silly to overdo it now, but damn... Damn..