The past couple of days have been strange, but very very good.
On Friday, the temperature dropped around here. It wasn’t bitterly cold, but still quite noticeable – high 40s or low 50s (Fahrenheit). For whatever crazy reason, I decided to go for a run. I ran to the faux track near my house (a 0.3 mile asphalt track), then ran on the track, and something just clicked. I ran one lap, then another, and another… In total, I ran 3 miles, with some long stretches of running without any walking breaks. My pace was excellent, nice and easy, and I felt great.
Then I went out on Saturday and did it again, only better! On Saturday, I ran 3.8 miles, with even fewer walking breaks.
It’s so strange, as I relax indoors today, to think about that. It feels like that running wasn’t me, like it was all a dream. Maybe it was. But it’s a dream I am hoping to repeat tomorrow!