Last night, at the end of a productive but hectic day, I fought the urge to relax into the evening when I first got home. That pull is strong, but I resisted.
Instead I changed into running clothes and headed out. Which turned out to be a mahvelous idea.
It took few minutes to work the knots of the day out of my system, to clear my head and notice the heady aroma of the lilacs in bloom, the silly birds chattering away, the myriad of spring flowers bursting out into view and really get into just moving. After sitting...all day. At my desk. Focusing on my computer and my deliverables. And my schedule. And so on and so forth.
But gradually I relaxed and enjoyed the warm air on my skin, the early evening light, the feel of the pavement beneath my feet.
There were kids playing in the park, soccer teams practicing, footballers in lineups, and the typical spring evening activities occurring wherever I looked.
And the jog...began in an uphill leg. Which usually takes my breath away for a bit, but not last night. Last night I conquered that hill easily, smoothly, deliberately. As well as the long stretch home. I even sprinted the last 1/4 mile just to push myself since it seemed like I was being too easy on myself.
I credit the new shoes. I'm liking them, adjusting to them, appreciating them.
And looking forward to the next opportunity to lace them up and hit the road.
Instead I changed into running clothes and headed out. Which turned out to be a mahvelous idea.
It took few minutes to work the knots of the day out of my system, to clear my head and notice the heady aroma of the lilacs in bloom, the silly birds chattering away, the myriad of spring flowers bursting out into view and really get into just moving. After sitting...all day. At my desk. Focusing on my computer and my deliverables. And my schedule. And so on and so forth.
But gradually I relaxed and enjoyed the warm air on my skin, the early evening light, the feel of the pavement beneath my feet.
There were kids playing in the park, soccer teams practicing, footballers in lineups, and the typical spring evening activities occurring wherever I looked.
And the jog...began in an uphill leg. Which usually takes my breath away for a bit, but not last night. Last night I conquered that hill easily, smoothly, deliberately. As well as the long stretch home. I even sprinted the last 1/4 mile just to push myself since it seemed like I was being too easy on myself.
I credit the new shoes. I'm liking them, adjusting to them, appreciating them.
And looking forward to the next opportunity to lace them up and hit the road.
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