Isn't it weird how some days you feel like you were born to run and other days it's torture?
My run Wednesday night was one of those great runs that makes you feel strong like the wind is always at your back. Your legs stride effortlessly as if you were skating on a cloud. But then...
My hubby had a crummy day yesterday, sitting through a long meeting with the most difficult, mean, self consumed person I've ever heard of. So to blow off some stress, I proposed we go for a run.
This run felt like dragging a fifty pound ball and chain by each ankle. Every step forward was an act of pure will. As we trudged our way down the bike path, I wondered why this low extreme had to invade my cloud skating fantasy of running.
On the plus side, the two of us mimed beating up the mean meeting woman with our mad phat karate skills. That was pretty hilarious and made my hubby feel way better. But the running itself was truly uninspiring.
While I can hardly believe that I've actually run several days this week, I'm missing the bike. I promise I'll get back in the saddle and report more bike related antics soon!