Insanely early swim meet, teenage girl taxi, youngest play date, bored 12 yr old.
This was my morning. Not complaining, but man was I jonesin' for a run.
That's saying something actually. For those playing along, the purpose of this ridiculous exercise was to get me back out the door, especially when I really needed a run.
Out I went. Sore feet and all.
And man do I feel better.
So don't hesitate. Listen to the runner inside you, even if you've been ignoring him/her since grade school.
Lace up the dog and put your shoes on a leash and head out! Wait... never mind... you get the idea.
Numbers: 2.1 miles at 8:29.