Mile Marker.
If my Monday was any kind of indication, this week may be the best week of my life. Woo!
Yesterday, I’m at work, amid a flurry of last-minute casework (the last day of the month is always a rough one), and the phone rings. I answer. It’s my sweetie, calling to tell me he’s been asked to take on a special projects position at work and therefore will be working….wait for it…..7 – 3, Monday thru Friday.
Oh! My! Gracious! He started today. This will be the first time in about two years that we’ll be working the same schedule, the first time we’ll have the same days off! I’m beyond thrilled. One of the things I’ve felt was lacking in our marriage was the shared downtime. You know, coffee over the Sunday paper. Trips to the grocery store. Saturday afternoons working in the yard. And now we’ll have that! I’m just so happy.
In celebration, I decided to do a longer run than my usual three miles at the gym last night; I decided on four. Backstory: last summer, I regularly ran, like, 30 miles a week, usually with two 7-mile runs as my long runs (long for me. Not long for real runners, I know). But then I slacked and for the last 5 months or so, I’ve been barely running 10-12 miles a week, and rarely longer than 3 miles at a time. I’d like to get back to the occasional hour-long run, so I thought yesterday would be as good a time as any to start. So, four miles was the plan. Well, at four miles, I felt pretty good, so decided to do five. At five miles, I felt absolutely fantastic, and went for six. At six, I decided I didn’t want to hurt myself, so I stopped.
It was a great run. I remember now what I liked about longer runs. For me, at around 5 miles, it just becomes completely effortless. My breathing feels smooth, my stride is comfortable; I feel like I could go forever. It’s that feeling that makes running worth it.
Today I feel good, not tight at all anywhere, and I’m itching to run. I’ve missed this.
Yesterday, I’m at work, amid a flurry of last-minute casework (the last day of the month is always a rough one), and the phone rings. I answer. It’s my sweetie, calling to tell me he’s been asked to take on a special projects position at work and therefore will be working….wait for it…..7 – 3, Monday thru Friday.
Oh! My! Gracious! He started today. This will be the first time in about two years that we’ll be working the same schedule, the first time we’ll have the same days off! I’m beyond thrilled. One of the things I’ve felt was lacking in our marriage was the shared downtime. You know, coffee over the Sunday paper. Trips to the grocery store. Saturday afternoons working in the yard. And now we’ll have that! I’m just so happy.
In celebration, I decided to do a longer run than my usual three miles at the gym last night; I decided on four. Backstory: last summer, I regularly ran, like, 30 miles a week, usually with two 7-mile runs as my long runs (long for me. Not long for real runners, I know). But then I slacked and for the last 5 months or so, I’ve been barely running 10-12 miles a week, and rarely longer than 3 miles at a time. I’d like to get back to the occasional hour-long run, so I thought yesterday would be as good a time as any to start. So, four miles was the plan. Well, at four miles, I felt pretty good, so decided to do five. At five miles, I felt absolutely fantastic, and went for six. At six, I decided I didn’t want to hurt myself, so I stopped.
It was a great run. I remember now what I liked about longer runs. For me, at around 5 miles, it just becomes completely effortless. My breathing feels smooth, my stride is comfortable; I feel like I could go forever. It’s that feeling that makes running worth it.
Today I feel good, not tight at all anywhere, and I’m itching to run. I’ve missed this.
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