Return Of The Running Mojo

My week has not gone according to plan.  Not according to my running plan, anyway.  Too much "life stuff" in the way, so even though it's Thursday, when I laced up my Brooks this morning, it was for the first time since Sunday.

I knew I wanted today's run to be short, so I told myself just run to the pool and back, no big.  (Our community pool is about a mile from my front door.)  I started out, and was thinking about my upcoming half, how I'd decided to think of it as a supported training run rather than a "race" (thanks, Susan), and how it was nice to not have any real "pressure" (though it's all been internal pressure anyway).   I was just kind of bopping along, and I realized that I was actually feeling....  ok.  Mentally, there was no "this sucks" like there has been in most of my runs lately.  Physically, except for a mildly annoying hot spot on my right foot (it comes and goes), nothing hurt or was sore or felt out of whack.  I was just kind of smoothly going along.

So.   Weird.

Best run I've had in ages.  Sure, it was only 2 miles, but I will take it!  AND! I figured out what I'm going to wear for my non-race on Saturday.  Exciting, no?  Well, ok, no.  But still.  At least I won't be scrambling around at 4 in the morning trying to figure out what to wear while trying not to wake up my husband and/or dog.    It's a victory.

Now I just have to get through the rest of the week and not oversleep when my alarm goes off on Saturday, and I'll  be good to go.  Just a 13.1 supported training run with a few hundred of my closest friends.  Ok, they're strangers.  But they're all silly enough to get up at o'dark 30 and pin on a racing bib, so they're ok in my book.