When I got home from work yesterday it was drizzling rain outside and I came up with an entire list of excuses not to go for my recovery run. But my wife said she would be late from work, so it was the ideal time to go for a run. I mechanically suited up, warmed up and slipped out the door. It was a pleasant 12C/54F, the birds were singing – hey wait this is the middle of January, what’s up with that!
Anyway I started out at a slow pace, just trying to enjoy the warmer air and gentle, misty rain that was falling. I fell into my groove and put it on cruise control, circling around my 16K/10M route at about a 6:00/K (9:39/M) pace. I could almost feel the frustrations from my disappointing long run on Saturday and life's challenges melt away as I made my way around. The rain stopped and the clouds blew away, leaving a clear sky off to one side which provided enough light to run without a headlamp. My thoughts changed to positive things and I just started thanking the Lord for what we do have and that I can enjoy the running experience – some people don’t have what we have and can’t run like I was.
I returned home with satisfyingly tired legs and a renewed mind, is there really anything better than this?
nice! i love runs like that.
That's what it's all about. And it always happens for me - the part about frustrations melting away, that is. I always walk in the door calmer. I'm glad you forced yourself out the door and became "one with the road".