Something wonderful happened last night. I felt like running - really felt like running - for the first time in awhile. For the past two weeks, every run has felt like a slog and I've been struggling to get myself out the door, but last night - last night! - felt amazing.
I had a friend for supper so it was 9:30 before I even thought about running. Common sense told me to skip it and go to bed early but the mild weather and city lights shining on the harbour enticed me outside.
I'm so glad I went. I loved the solitude that comes with running under cover of darkness, loved the soft not-quite-rain on my face, and loved that my body felt so ready to run.
What a relief. I was beginning to wonder if my love affair with running had come to a precipitous end. I now think I was simply tired. The last few months have been unusually busy at work and at home, and I suppose my body just needed a rest.
Here's hoping it bodes well for my long run this weekend. I have only a few more weeks to prepare for my first (and likely last!) ultra on May 12th.
Happy Easter, everyone!