As I bolt down my driveway and turn onto the sidewalk I feel myself falling back into the same routine.
I contemplate that maybe this is what it’s like living in southern states during the winter. Rain, rain, and more rain. Thankfully, as I continue through my run, the rain slows to a drizzle and then to a complete stop.
I pretend that I am a ninja, avoiding the puddles, always aware of my surroundings.
Running quickly, faster, faster, faster.
My first mile speeds by in 7 minutes.
My second mile follows closely in 7:30.
I feel refreshed and renewed, knowing that if I can keep my pace close I will finish faster than my race PR.
I turn out of the downtown and start down the path. Running around the puddles and into the mud. I feel my toes freezing as muddy rainwater seeps into my shoes.
My third mile is finished in 8 minutes and much to my surprise, I maintain my pace for the last mile.
I stop my Garmin and slow down to a walk once my watch beeps for the fourth time.
Sweat and rain mix as my body catches up with the rest of me.
My mind is clear.
I am sore but happy.
This is why I love what I do.