I had a great hill run this morning. I felt strong and powerful, running in the dark with my headlamp in the light rain. I didn’t charge the hills, just tried to keep a steady pace and keep running over the top of each one.
On my way back down Rockland Avenue I realized that two years ago, when I was just getting back into running, I started blogging again because each new milestone was recorded, each blister documented and celebrated. I was like a child rediscovering a new toy.
I don’t blog so much about my running highlights anymore. I’ll post on Daily Mile and Twitter when I’ve slogged through a rainy one, or finished a grueling long one, but running 40 minutes of continuous hills is no longer blog-worthy.
When did that happen?
The fact is, whenever I have a run like this morning’s I feel renewed, like I got another chance at life. Seriously – it’s THAT GOOD. When I don’t work out I feel like something’s missing, I lose energy and I feel like a slug. So I cherish every day I can get my runners on and hit the streets or the trails.
Never fear, more running words to come.