The schedule for today said six miles. I was thinking four sounded good. If I could get myself out the door.
I felt heavy. Not fat, just very at one with the gravitational pull of the earth. I'd gone to yoga this morning and instead of feeling stretched, I felt coiled and tight.
Lucikly, I have Blair on my side.
"Let's go!" he chirped as I walked in from yoga. "Change into your running clothes."
"I don't wanna grumble-grumble-grumble..." I mumbled in reply.
He pep talked me all the way to the 1-mile trail loop near our house. "Six laps, easy-peasy," he said.
Mumble, mumble. Glower.
But once we started... I felt good. Very good. My breath came easy, my muscles loosened, and I felt my mood lightening as I looped around the lake and watched dads showing their kids how to fish and the kids ignoring the dads and basically running full tilt into the water in an attempt to blast the fish to shore.
Blair met me for the final lap and challenged me to push it. We raced up a hill and back to the car where we both tried not to let the other see how pooped we were from the hard finish.
Today was a great example of how doing something I know is good for me, even when I don't want to do it, almost always has its rewards. I feel good, I ran 6 miles, and I'm done for the day.
And as a bonus, I picked up some fishing tips. HERE FISHIE-FISHIE!!!!