Scenes from my beautiful, perfect 3.1 mile run.
I needed this run. Gorgeous weather, no humidity, 55 degrees, sunny and a strikingly blue sky. Sheer perfection. Soul-soothing. A healing run. The kind of run that when you look at your garmin out of habit, you’re surprised to see your pace is 9:24/mile. That is FAST for me!
I walked a bit but mostly ran. Just a fantastic run. The leaves were falling, the breeze blowing enough to keep me cool.
Can a run just be a happy, out-of-body experience? If so, this one was. Everything was working in synch. And I feel great. After last week, this was like a shot of happiness, right where I needed it. Endorphins, FTW!
Sunday, I spent the day alternately crying and laying on the couch, feeling sorry for myself. My mom and my friend Keith both asked if I’d run yet that day. When I told them no, they told me to get off my butt and go for a run. I finally did, but it didn’t really seem to help.
Today’s run, on the other hand? Feels like instant therapy. Joy can be found in running shoes. They should bottle this feeling. It’s the elixir of life.
I’m a happy girl!
Happy Saturday friends!
Runnin' Down a Dream 