On Thursday, I woke up before the alarm clock, about an hour before usual. I wanted to run! This time last year, that never would have happened. So I got up, made myself a PB&J, put on the workout clothes, and went for a trail run. It was one of those rare runs, where I felt great the whole time, and if it hadn't been a week day, I probably would have just kept on running.
Sure, it was foggy, but not misty. I passed the group camp site with a humongous tee pee set up. Saw lots of little rabbits scurrying here & there. Added an extra small loop through a neighborhood with swoon-worthy houses. Sure, some parts felt a little creaky, but I felt so strong. It was an amazing feeling! "This," I thought to myself, "is why you go to the gym. This is why you do strength training and spinning and stuff like Jillian Michaels-inspired self-torture." I finished my run in 45 minutes, delighted that the last time I had done the same run but without the extra loop, it took me the same amount of time. Improvement is a good feeling, especially when it feels so gradual in the usual day-to-day workouts.
Today, before lunch, I sat by the sparkling waterway that runs down the street from my work building, watching droplets leap back up the waterfall, like migrating salmon. I reflected on yesterday's run. "Wow. This time last year I had *no* idea that being fit would feel this good and strong. If this keeps up, well, look out, world!"
Hey! What do I mean, "if?" ;-)