Saturday morning was my first long run in many, many months. And it was amazing!
In my pre-Max days, my Saturday mornings revolved around my long run. I would schedule my run with friends, discussing distance and routes. All the nerdy things that runners love!
I would get up early, have my coffee, lace up my sneakers and go. After the run, my friends and I would meet at a coffee shop and just relax. To me, there was no better way to start my weekend. By the time I got back home, I would feel accomplished and energized. And I still had the whole weekend in front of me!
Over time, I lost this part of my routine. Saturday's became filled up with errands and laundry and soccer. But this past Saturday, I was determined to get out there. I was craving the exhaustion that comes from a really good run.
I dropped Max off with the parental units and hit the road. I decided on six miles since my longest run, lately, has been around three miles. It was cold as shit when I got out there but I felt so good! I had a great stride going and I loved being outside in the quiet. I even threw in some hills for shits and giggles!
The best part is I was done by 9am and had my whole day ahead of me. I had all this crazy energy, so I ran errands and even repainted my bathroom.
By 9pm, I was in bed with a glass of wine and so exhausted. To me that is the sign of a great day!