Today's AM run, dropped off by the bride on her way to work, was one of the toughest in recent memory.
It should not have been difficult. This as a road run on lightly traveled rural roads, with few hills. I just had nothing--no energy, no speed, no desire. I can only describe the run as a plod, or a trudge, or a slog.
I think a family gathering yesterday to celebrate the end of a successful semester for one child and a new job for another (i.e., lots of food and drink) largely accounts for my sluggishness.
But that's the beauty of running, particularly long-distance running. A bad day running sure beats most anything else. Each day is different, each day brings challenges, each day presents opportunities to apply the benefits of one's experience.
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