You know that illusive run where everything just feels right? I had one of those this morning. I haven’t had a run like that in SO LONG!! It felt amazing.
It took a while for me to get out of bed initially just because Kai has been crawling into bed with us at night. Picture an 80 pound dog with long legs hyperextended in a queen size bed. Obviously, this is not ideal.
Anyway, by the time I got outside, the temperature had started rising. My glasses fogged the moment I stepped out of my house. I thought to myself: I need to get up earlier!! The dogs were excited, and I couldn’t say no to their little faces! Could you?
We walked down to the end of the street for a warm-up, and then we were off! I have to admit, I was a little worried about the heat this morning, but I may be acclimatizing to it! It felt hot, but my breathing was steady. My legs moved effortlessly. It seemed like I had hand-picked every single song playing on Pandora like this one:
Or this one:
I turned up the music and kept running. A slight breeze felt cool against my skin, and the dogs seemed to be feeling the good running vibes too. Our paces were in sync.
We stopped at the halfway mark for water. I didn’t need Kai to lie down in anymore yards! I have taught them to let me squirt the water into their mouths from my camelback.
We headed back home and hit a few hills on the way. My legs were burning, but it was okay. My stomach didn’t hurt this morning. I had energy. My legs were up for the challenge. I felt so light on my feet, almost like I was running on clouds. We were keeping a pretty good pace except towards the very last quarter mile of the run. The pups were losing some steam, and I kept saying, “Come on! Let’s go!!” Their pace increased to a sprint, and that is how we ended our run. I have no idea how fast we were going. I haven’t worn my garmin in a month. Of course, I want to wear it again at some point, but lately it has been fun to JUST run. No pressure. No worry about splits, times, etc.
I was signed up for an 8 miler in September, but I’ve decided to just do the 5K. My body needs this time to heal, and you know what? For the first time in a long time, I’m okay with that. I’m an adult, and I need to make decisions that will help me in the long term rather than satisfy me short term (i.e. longer or more races). Having my IBS get so bad this year, and it forcing me to actually do something about it has taught me that I need patience! I’m going to get back to my old self eventually.
I’m currently working on a post that describes the rest of my test results for next week. I will tell you that I tested positive for an autoimmune disorder in addition to various other things. I’m sorry about the delay. I had to put out some fires this week, but all is good now.
How often do you have that illusive “perfect run”?