Thanks to the lower humidity and cooler temps, yesterday's long run was all about the love.
Saturday morning, starting at 5:15, was pure magic. All of those runs slugging through the murky stew of humidity and heat were a distant memory. This was how running should be.
If I could sing, and been near hills, I would have pretended to be Maria. It was that nice.
Even playing chicken with a golf cart did not deter me.
That's the thing with running, and a box of chocolates.
How is your relationship with running?