I have an on-road dauthlon Sunday (someone remind me to spring the clocks forward) in Maryland. I've done a total of zero road runs since before the new year and the only two runs without a backpack for the year were both races. This morning I decided that I should probably go hard for a few road miles without a damn pack on my back to remind myself a bit about speed (that is, what passes for speed for me).
I actually woke up this morning before the alarm went off. On a Monday. At 6:30. 6:30 in the morning. Someone send me a major award. I dug a pair of road running shoes from the back of my closet and headed out for a 3-mile loop with some gentle climbs through the neighborhood.
Without my backpack I feelt like I was running naked. I felt like I was zooming and that I'd shed 15 pounds since my last outing on foot. Before I knew it I was back home. I felt like I'd cheated, running through the 'hood without the burden of a pack on my back. I now find myself with a bit of a craving for a road marathon at some point this year, not something that I anticipated.
That is all.