I guess that means that I can return to the trails. (Great logic, eh?)
Anyway, it is true, today I hit the road one more time. And it was beneath gorgeous blue skies that carried with it warm winds. Those winds blew up against my baby jogger, creating a parachute working against me. Needless to say, the run was tough -- but tough is good. Feels good to work really hard. And baby, well, he's no baby anymore. My four-year-old has grown since I last pushed him on the run. He was a heavy load.
I put up a good sweat today and loved every minute of it. Even though I had to use my husband's ipod (because mine, since the crash, has only the same three cd's I've been listening to for the last few runs and workouts -- and I just can't take it anymore). Regardless, he's got some good music on there. I took it off "shuffle" and handpicked some good running tunes.
I didn't much pay attention to my surroundings. Just thinking, thinking, thinking, strategizing about my writing, what I'm gonna write, how I'm gonna market it. Baby screamed in delight as usual at all the squirrels that scurried about on the island. And even things a simple as a pigeon brought him joy! Remember the days?
I do. I get them once in a blue moon.
Using my inner-gps, I gauged what I thought might be 5 miles. At home I measured and learned, miles logged this morning: 6.23