Notes
Great conditions! Clear, sunny day. Low winds. No snow or ice or rain.
This winter has been unbelievable mild and it's a darn shame that I haven't been out running more. A darn shame.
I am ashamed of myself for that, but I've refreshed my mind, and set to it, yet again. Why is this running thing a never ending battle? It's a job that's just never done. You'll be there, and accomplish it, and want a break. And take it. And then slacking just gets a little too comfortable and usual, and before you know it, you aren't running at all, save for a casual jog here and there. I mean, hell, recreational joggers are probably getting out more than you, just because the weather's nice. And then you don't feel like a runner anymore. And that feeling just fuels your napping and snacking and sleeping in and overall lack of motivation. But then you open your closet one day, and see all your running gear. You three pairs of sneakers. Two of them retired. Your marathon jacket. Your multiple race technical tees and tanks. And you sock drawer, full of colorful running socks, just yearning to be slipped on and taken for a ride. And your drawer full of un-slurped Gu. And your Garmin, perpetually plugged into the outlet, wondering if, ever, it will see the light of day. And suddenly, you remember. I am a runner! I have run marathons! And half marathons! And 5ks! I have run 18 miles in the pouring rain. Done laps on the track during a thunderstorm. Braved the dry, 90 degree heat when few others would even think about it. I have run until my heels bled. And my eyes teared. And I felt I could barely keep going. But I did. And there's no reason I'm stopping now.
And then, you put your sneakers on and you get out the damn door and you keep going.