There's nothing I enjoy better than a quirky burst of energy that springs me beyond my own inhibitions and towards a more strenuous run. Yesterday, I began my usual trek of Saucony leaping when I felt I had it in me to make it to my sister's house. When I arrived, Mike was mowing the lawn and I had time to scare him before another adrenaline rush kicked in and I was able to jog over to my parents. The sun was out, the traffic was light and the run was beautiful. I made it to my folks soaked to capacity and ready for a glass of water.
Sundays are meant for such sojourns and Mondays are meant to soak sore muscles. The real test will be when I can run all the way to Manlius!
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