On my way home from work, I pondered going to the gym. My brain protested being indoors. Bike ride? Didn’t want to deal with traffic. I could have taken the dog on a walk, but even the 85 degree heat was too warm for him at his advanced age. I ended up going for a run.
Wow, what a run that was! It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t a long distance. But it was wonderful. The wind in my hair and the soft slapping of my shoes on the pavement filled my heart with joy (or endorphins. What ever). I felt like a little kid who has spent recess running around the playground.
My jaunt reminded me that sometimes a run is just a run. It’s not always about the time, distance, splits, or where it falls in the training regimen.