Today was one of those days.
I set out with 8 miles as my goal, fairly certain that I wouldn't make it that far (since I haven't run more than 5 miles in over a month. I switched things up and ran my "long" route backwards and opted for a 60's and 70's hits Pandora station in place of my standard playlist, thinking I could trick myself on the distance. At one point I was so hot that I thought I was in Dallas, but then I remembered it was only 65 degrees and that I've become spoiled. That quick dose of reality brought me back from the brink of quitting-at about 3 miles in. And for continuing on, I was rewarded with a grown-ass bald man driving down the middle of the street in a pink Barbie Cadillac, with his young son trailing behind in his jeep.
Yep, in place of those two girls was a grown man having the time of his life. I thought for a moment about asking for a ride, but I knew that thing could not hold the weight of both of us. The Barbie car brought a smile to my face and made me laugh out loud.
I went on to finish my run at the track and ended up with a runner's high. I managed to surpass my goal of 8 miles and it left me wanting more. I'm already feeling stiff and sore, so I scheduled a massage for tomorrow evening!
Miles logged: 9.15