The most magical part about this run was...that I didn’t want to go for it.
I got out of work, accidentally fell asleep cuddling Dexter on the couch, woke up and thought, ‘Man I don’t want to go for a run.’ When I finally slipped on running shoes and headed out the door, there were less than two hours of daylight left and the mountains finally unveiled themselves after a few very rainy days down low.
And you know what, I felt amazing when I hit the trail—not like, ‘I’m so fast!’ amazing, but just like ‘I can’t believe I get to do this and live here, what a lucky lady!!’ kind of amazing.
There’s always those two warring voices in my head...’I don’t feel like it, I’m not even training for any race in the near future’ and ‘Who the fuck cares the world is beautiful and you run to SEE and appreciate the world you num nuts!!’ I’m glad I let the second voice win yesterday, and so many other days, because those days do also matter for races and goals in the future, and boy do I have a lot of those!
Shoutout to Alaska for being so gosh durn pretty and @ryanphebus for the neato photo. 😍