Sunday, August 5, 2012

The Good Run

I have a friend.

And she's always telling me, "You know the crazy thing about running.  It's just like life.  For no apparent reason, it can be amazing or it can be shitty.  Doesn't necessarily matter if you've eaten a good breakfast, gotten a good night's sleep, or prayed to the running gods...any given day can bring a phenomenal experience or a crap one.  So, keep running.  Then, the odds will eventually be in your favor."

Saturday morning was a precarious one.

My husband and older two kiddos were camping.

So, I enlisted my mom to come to our abode at 5:30am, so that I could get a 9-mile run in hopefully, before the baby woke up.

My phone alarm went off at 4:30am.  I turned on the coffee and baked a loaf of banana bread for my sweet mom who drove across town at the crack of dawn.

Expecting to start my period at literally any moment, I was in a shitty mood.  Irritable. Tired. I rarely sleep well when my better half is gone.  And reminiscent of my previous week's 8-mile fiasco of exhaustion.

But, I headed out anyway.

And by the grace of was the best god damn run of my life.  I don't know how...but I shaved almost a minute off of each mile.  And even with a pretty vicious north wind, I felt strong, powerful and on my game.  The songs kept jamming.  The legs felt light.  And I was on top of the world. 

It was indeed a lucky day.  Hats off to the good run.

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