work out

So I have been lifting heavy for 3 week straight with only 2 days break... a bit crazy but thats me...

For some reason though, Tuesday and Wednesday I had some really bad days, I could not concentrate, I could not complete any work out, I hurt my back, just a total mess.

Thursday was a rough day for.. I found the courage to talk to a friend about something, and the result, well better or worse I cant say, but time will tell. At the time i felt hurt, and i know I hurt her. I wound up smoking a pack and a half and didnt eat anything other then a smoothie after work.

But then something happened. I got home and my legs felt like i needed to run. Like a pure bred horse being led into the race track. So i changed and went to the gym, when all i planned to do was lie in bed and chill.
Got to the gym, no lifting, just an elliptical. My legs are primed, my blood is running, my heart is cool, my lungs are clear (dont know why with all the nicotine in them)
I press the on button and off I go. No few minutes to warm up and build up speed, not this time, i need to run. I slam the + buttons on both resistance and incline levels, i see it climb 4 then 5 then 6 then 10. My head seats are blasting Techno, my blood is pumping, my legs feel joy, my lungs are clean. I need more resistance as the whole machine is shaking for the way i am moving so up it goes. I raise the volume and then I hit the zone. I tune the world out, time stops, everything stops, my mind is blank, my heart is steady, my breathing is steady.

Nothing but bliss as i am lost to the world. And then it stops, WTF, the techo ends and i tune the world back in. WTF. did my phone break or restart again? hmmm no its dead, but how the was charged. Then i notice, the timer says 90 minutes. HUH? I wipe the sweat from my eyes to double, triple check, yup 90 minutes, 12 miles. WOW...

Now thats what i call a run.