… came blowing in hard on Tuesday. They blew in a cold front taking the temps from mid-70s on Monday to low 50s less than 24 hours later. And along with that cold front came a renewed sense of enthusiasm. For the first time in I CAN’T REMEMBER how long, I anticipated the run, I looked forward to the run, I enjoyed the run, I savored the run.
There really wasn’t anything special about it. It was an ordinary four miles, but it was the best four miles that I’ve run in a long time, and it gave me more than just a little bit of a confidence boost. Maybe I haven’t lost as much fitness as I thought I had over the summer. Maybe I’m not starting from scratch. Maybe I was wrong to write myself off.
The wind must have known I needed it to blow today.