I started out sort of slugish and not feelin it. I was grumpy and pissed off at the world and the calendar with it's stupid fake holiday and hearts and flowers everywhere. After the first 4 miles I settled in and relaxed. I found my happy place. Just me and my running shoes and the road. MY LOVE. I didn't worry about pace or work or bills that need to be paid or errands I need to do or the garbage disposal in my kitchen that still needs to be replaced or the slow leak in the tire on my car or my fundraising or my lack of plans for the rest of the weekend. I just put one foot in front of the other and let my mind just go to one mile at a time, one step at a time, one breathe, one heart beat......ahhhhhh......inner peace. So simple, so so hard to find sometimes.
I finished my run, 16.5 miles and I felt so much better. I negative split it and actually ran one of my least favorite hills really strong and faster than I expected (I usually end up walking up that last little bit of it because it is so long and steep). It left me feeling really good, tired, but satisfied and optomistic and really positive compared to how I started the run. I actually thought about giving up a few times in the first mile. Glad I pushed through it.
Yesterday I had a DFMC team meeting in the evening to talk about going back to Boylston. I really wanted to go for a run before the meeting. Mother Nature decided to try and prevent me from getting out there, but I was prepared. I brought my YakTrax.