The last several weeks have terrible for me in the area of running.  As in, I haven’t been running at all.

Last weekend (was it really only last weekend?), I had Pilates training all weekend so I didn’t run then and prior to that, I was studying and post that, I was either at the gym in a class or else holed up in our condo in Kevin’s sweat pants as it rained outside.  Today was finally sunny and brisk; a perfect Fall day.  I couldn’t pass it up.

I thought I would die.  I was very nervous to get out and run again because it’s been so long.  But life always hands me surprises: I didn’t die.  In fact, I remembered again why I love running.  It just clears my mind and the only thing that matters is my feet pounding the pavement (probably breaking down my knees, but oh well…) and my breathing, in through the nose, out through the mouth.  I loved it.

I loved it so much that I ran the furthest distance I’ve ever run: 6.16 miles.  I was elated.  And due to the brisk air, I broke a good sweat, but never dehydrated.  Miraculous.

On a side note, I’ve started singing Christmas songs already and it’s driving Kevin mad.  I possibly forget to mention to him before we got married that I love Christmas music and sometimes listen to it for no reason at all in the middle of June…or October.  Oops.