After hitting the reset button on this year's running, a renewed sense of joy has overcome me. Dormant muscles have woken up sore, but vibrant.
A day off healed pains in my calves from runs on trails and with bare feet. Pleasant weather this weekend will provide ample motivation to make further progress on my revised goals for the year.
In an ideal world, I'll run 10 more miles before the weekend is through, but when has this ever been an ideal world? (Well, here and here are examples, but anyway ...) I'm not going to worry about hitting that 16-mile weekly goal right off the bat.
The good vibes are providing another chance to discover myself through running. My two runs this week proved that my endurance isn't so far off as first thought. Taking the miles as they come means ... er, um, oh scrap it! I've lost my train of thought.
Running, good, yay, OK?
Wherein challenges come from the commentators
B.o.B. throws down a quality gauntlet: "Oh snap. I smell a challenge. I'm gonna one armed push up ness too! I'm up to 0.34564. Look out!"
Answer: You're still behind my 0.5 one-armed push-ups. I can lower myself to the ground, but like a Life Call customer I can't get back up.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates! Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!