Tonight was the first time I've had a chance to go out for a run since being home on Wednesday evening. And I decided to do it after a night of drinking, dancing and general merriment. Translation: hungover. But as I've discovered, running is good for what ails me.
It's beautiful out there tonight, warm with a full moon on the rise. The best part? No bugs, no humidity, and no allergies! As much fun as I had in Minnesota, running there with those conditions kind of sucked. And imagine running in the winter - egads! No thank you! I'm pretty partial to California, I think I'll stay. Being home feels good. Vacations are great, but they do have to end. Luckily, I get to live in a state that has perpetual vacation weather, perfect for being outdoors and hitting those trails, asphalt or otherwise.
I finished Born to Run and although I really liked the book as a whole, I found the end to be kind of anticlimactic. I've learned so much about the natural state of running through that book and through many websites. I preached the gospel of *almost* barefoot running to anyone who would listen, including my dad who was intrigued by my froggish footwear. I'll never be an ultramarathoner, hell, I'll probably never be a marathoner, but I totally dig feeling that ground under my feet even if it's only for 2-3 miles at a time. I marvel at my shapely calves every chance I get and relish the feeling of strength in my feet and ankles.
I'm rambling a bit tonight, feeling kind of aimless. A good night's sleep will fix that. So with that sentiment, I must hit the shower and crawl into bed with a book. Goodnight!