In the last 2 weeks, I've managed to drag my sorry butt out of bed before 5:30 and run before work 5 times. The first few days weren't pretty, but I got through them.
The weekend forecast told me my plans for a long-ish Saturday run would be thwarted. God smiled on me and gave Lexington, KY the warmest day it has had in months. I ran 6 hilly miles - the longest I've been on the road for more than a month.
Getting back to my favorite sport is like returning to my home town. After the feeling that the old has become new again, I start settling back in to the rhythm of things. I remember what it feels like to be what I consider to be "me" again. And that is a most welcomed feeling!
