Everyone had just awakened when I returned home from my 9-mile run. I always feel good when my time away is as seamless as this morning’s run appeared to be. I hadn’t slept well during the night and the time seemed to slowly tick into the morning. At 6:45 AM, I got out of bed. I changed into my running clothes that I had set out last night in the bathroom.
Today’s run was cold. I’d forgotten my gloves and my hands and fingers never seemed to warm up. At the second mile, I pulled my sleeves down over my fingers. They stayed down for all but the last mile.
Running on the streets shoulder/bike lane felt much like running in the actual marathon itself. I tried to avoid looking at the elapsed time, or the pace. I only looked at the current mileage to gauge what direction to head in and for how far. I was pretty proud of my estimations when I turned onto my street just as the GPS clicked off the 9th mile. Mission accomplished; another training week behind me.