Slept in and loved every minute of it. Probably from the all night run on Friday and then 10m on Sunday. In the back of my mind, I tell myself I should be running more especially when I look at some peoples running logs online. I’m amazed at the distance some runners cover. But, I’m not sure I’m that kind of runner. My life gets in the way and also my love of running. More is not always better for me. When my focus turns to numbers, I start to question why I’m doing this. I love running long. I love to run as fast as I can and feel my lungs screaming for air. There’s nothing like the burning in my quads and being at the top of a mountain knowing I just accomplished that at first I might have had had doubts about.
When I push the numbers, I get sometimes get muddled in why I'm running. So I continue to remind myself I'm out there for the beauty, the solitude, to watch my dogs have fun and to be with people I enjoy. I run to solve problems and to clear my head, lose excess energy and to gain it back. I love the way my body feels after a long run tired, maybe a little sore, sweaty, and at the same time energized for whatever challenge comes my way. This is what I want to focus on and to keep me running.