Is it just me, or did this 4-day work week seem like it lasted 8?!
I ran four miles this morning. I had not planned to run so many. But I got moving, and things just clicked. I felt really good. We did the kettlebell challenge last night. I figured I’d be moving slow today, aching and tired, legs unwilling. I’m not. That says to me I need to go up in weight, exchanging 18 lbs. for 26 and sometimes 35 for 26 lbs. Eek!
Running today felt like a natural thing, a heartbeat of sorts. It doesn’t always. Some days, it seems like uphill both ways through the snow, with lead weights on my back. Today, I breezed up the hill. This, non-running folks, is why runners run. Days like these make it all worthwhile. I did not stop, finding the pace while breathing in the scent of honeysuckle blossoms and damp earth from yesterday’s rain. We’ve got another little slice of summer on tap this weekend, with temps soaring into the 90s.
I’ve given up sugar in my coffee, the last holdout. Not so terrible with half and half in it. Could that be the culprit holding me back, all this time? I wonder.
Or maybe it’s just that I’ve decided to keep on, no matter what.
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, and I have remained faithful. – 1 Timothy 4:7