I ran something shy of five miles (4.5 – 4.7 mi, by pace) in about 58 minutes this morning. The run wasn’t difficult, really. It felt long, but not difficult. I may start focusing on picking up the pace more in the first half, since I have a tendency to go slow on the way out and haul ass to get back home. I’m not even going to repeat the fact that I’m tired. I suspect this will endure for the remainder of the quarter.

I only made it about 46 minutes this morning before my body simply quit on me: light-headedness, light headache, feet not wanting to leave the ground, aching neck, shoulders, and arms. The problem with Sunday and Monday morning runs is that [more than likely] I won’t have eaten since lunch the previous day, since the cafeteria on campus is closed. This makes sustaining energy a little difficult. Combine this with a strong desire to simply sleep for one morning without an alarm, and this can make runs into interesting exercises in willpower. Morning runs are still best, though. Most of the bugs are still sleeping (or whatever bugs do when…