Have you ever had a run when you zone out for just a moment, and suddenly you’re miles down the road without remembering how you got there? When running feels effortless, as natural as breathing?
I call that running “ghost miles,” because as suddenly as my Garmin ticks to a new mile, it disappears.
It’s a magical feeling that jumpstarts your runner’s high. I always think to myself, “Man! I’m such a good runner that I don’t even realize I’m running!”
Sometimes friends are responsible for those ghost miles. You fall into deep conversation that lasts for miles—or hours if you’re ultra training.
Other times it’s scenery. You’re so busy soaking in the beauty surrounding you that you don’t know or care how far you’ve run.
Or when there’s no other explanation, you might have run directly through a worm hole. It could happen. Accept it.
Have you ever experienced ghost miles? When do they happen to you?