Notes
Went for a run on a Sunday afternoon just before sundown. The run began as I was on the phone with Anders (sometimes that happens when phone calls run long and light is diminishing), and the call was frustrating and tense.
I hung up from the call, changed over to music instead, and then proceeded to absolutely BLAST and HAMMER 7 miles.
I felt terrific, physically. And it was unbelievably satisfying to channel frustration and slight anger into a hard effort. It was kind of awesome, in a very twisted way.
I don't hope it happens often, but I got a helluva workout out of it.