I read somewhere that the ideal long run pace is one at which you can maintain a casual conversation. Even though I'm a lonely hermit with no one to run with, I've still managed to maintain casual conversation... with myself.
I'm pretty sure some people driving down Marquart the other day heard some really odd snatches of one-sided conversation involving crunchy leaves. Today, I spent about half my run screaming about kidneys.
It's quite liberating, really. To go out running and screaming at the same time, knowing that (hopefully) no one will be able to make sense of what you're saying (or notice, perhaps, that you're talking to yourself). That's something you can't do on a treadmill.
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