Saturday morning I got up and headed out for a 12-mile run. My plan was to do about 3-4 miles in my Newton's , lap back by the house and change into my Mizuno's then grab my water. I am so tired of lugging around my water for runs of any length. It was already crazy humid and about 75 degrees when I set out on the run. I knew I was pushing my luck not carrying the water, but I was being stubborn about it. I fell into a great pace and rhythm and ended up doing just over 6 miles before getting to my house to change shoes. Oddly, I wasn't as thirsty as I thought I was going to be. I figured I'd made it 6 miles without it, I could drink up then go another 6. Switching into totally different shoes makes you feel really wonky at first I must say. I kept reminding myself to "pick 'em up and put 'em down." Finally, I hit my rhythm again and my speed was increasing. Part of me had that inner struggle of slow down, no don't, just go with it. I chose to...
Finding my happy place in the day-to-day.