I had a ridiculous run this morning. It was very, very good. I didn’t sleep well last night, I was debating when I got up if I wanted to go this morning or this afternoon to attempt to get more sleep. I decided to go for it and just get it out of the way. And I’m so glad that I did.
Four miles was scheduled, so I planned to go down past the park, then up across the bridge, over to the cemetery and back. But when I start to head to the park there is a train stopped on the tracks, and thus I was derailed (ha!). So I think I’ll head up to Sykes Mountain Road and see how long that route is. But then I see this other road with a Dead End sign that does not appear to be a dead end. So I have to see where that goes. And it was a beautiful run–I love when I find bits of rural life in my town. We’re not exactly a booming metropolis, but we’re not a rural setting either, except for these random pockets through town. I ended up doing more than 4 miles, for sure. I’m not sure how many I really did (the map doesn’t have a ‘dead end’ sign or a big rock to tell me where I turned back). So I kept going until I saw the big rock marking the dead end. And then, like Forrest Gump, I shrugged, turned around and came back. It was lovely.
I desperately needed a good run. A run that was substantial. I had a horrible run on Wednesday morning. I have a LOT going on at work. I just got exactly what I needed this morning and it was wonderful.