Amidst all the chaos that is currently in my life, I was able to get in a short run yesterday on the Treadmill of Doom.
This time I recalled thesoft rock problem…I found the charger to my Ipod and ran much more happily with my own music, rather than the dirge of the soft rockers.
In fact, I don't know what it was about this run, very short, at 2.55 miles, but I smiled most of the way through it. I remembered again (yet again) why I actually run. My form was really good, I feltstrong, I was not gasping for air,and on and on.
Even though it was short, it pretty much made up for a multitude of cruddy runs that I have had lately. It just felt nice and smooth.
Thank Goodness I run, otherwise I think I'd lose my mind.