Last night was the first time in a long time that I just ran and enjoyed it. I always envy reading in Runners World or talking to people who run because they like to. I mean, I guess I like to run to an extent. I am going to run 26.2 miles in a few weeks, right? But literally I have to force myself to do each workout. Its like I'm always on the edge of quiting and not going for a run. Everyday I have to force myself into my running shoes and out the door. Today was no exception. My husband had just gotten home and I wanted to eat dinner with my family. (Since it gets darker earlier, I have to give up that luxury on my running days.) But I forced myself out the door. And almost immediately I enjoyed the run. I ran a little over 5 miles, down to Winton Woods and back. The weather was perfect. Cool enough to run in pants and a t-shirt. The sun was still bright and it just felt like fall. Other runners must have realized the perfect weather too because I must have passed at least 5 other runners which I always enjoy. It's like our own crazy fraternity. I realized halfway through my run that I hadn't even set my watch. It was a beautiful night for a great run.
10 more runs to go...
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