Today was just about the opposite of Saturday's grueling run. I got up before the sun so I could get a run in before Jim went to work. Conditions were perfect, a nice cool morning, and I felt great. I saw several deer, including a nice looking young buck and a doe with twins. I felt so good, I wished that I could just keep going and going. It's days like this that I remember why I love to run. Hill? What hill? I just flew right up it.
Was it the weather? The terrain? The rest? The shoes? Who knows. A combination of all of the above. Sometimes its hard to predict when you will have a good run or a bad one, but when you're having it you know for sure. I am so thankful for days like these.
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