jeff (that party-pooper!) wants us to think of things to be grateful for.
After the fearsome eight miles on the treadmill on Tuesday morning, I was truly wiped out. All day Tuesday, and all day Wednesday. Someone at work asked me on Wednesday morning what happened to me the night before? (A pleasant good morning to you, too!) Which was funny, since my torture session was Tuesday morning, not night. Apparently, I didn't look so hot.
So for once I listened to my body, skipped the track, and went home and slept. This morning I got up, and as usual, thought that my running days were over because I had skipped a workout. As in I thought: you will never run again. (Yes, Craig: Running Is Mental.)
I decided to go out nice and easy and try, try, try to just enjoy it, for God's sake, and screw the time. I ran four miles (brain to jeanne: you can't run four miles!) very s-l-o-w-l-y. It was early a.m., coolish, and a soft drizzle began.
I'd have to have been dead not to have loved being out on the trail in those conditions.
So let's roll back 'round to jeff. I remembered this morning to be thankful that I can run, walk, move, at any speed, because it makes no difference whether I'm fast or slow. I'm moving. And I'm gonna keep moving.
Then I went to Bikram tonight and wanted to upchuck.
Just so we keep things in perspective.