I recently saw this picture on Facebook. It grabbed my attention because I now have enough years of running behind me* that I can compare the running vs. non-running days, compare the patterns of how those days start, how I feel for the duration of the day and attribute with some consistency why I feel the way I do. So, after a hard middle of the day yesterday, I was excited knowing today would start with a run.
* Seriously, that was a weird thing to say. Have I mentioned I hated running as a sport in and of itself when I was young? And, by young, I mean birth-late 30s. I think I'm going to have to think about how long I've been running compared to how long I did other activities in my life. We'll start with that really sad, couldn't-be-cut-from-a-rec-league-to-the-coach's-dismay season of softball in fourth grade ...
I wasn't in a mood for nor against a run this morning, so the run-it-or-it-runs-you directive was a nice way to anchor it on knowing I was about to start the day off with something very positive and, almost always, very good! I even got a break on the weather with the rain/snow mix blowing outta here just in time for Elly and I to get to run outside!
"We got out of here fast so we didn't have to listen to you whine about using your treadmill" say the sassy snowflakes. |
That's grass that's had about enough of the recent rain. Upright, that grass is 2 feet tall! That thing that looks like a hole is really only the center of where the grass collectively surrendered. |
Tomorrow's another running day! I'll see you after!
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