Road to Joy

These were early morning miles. It feels so darned good to get out, see the sunrise, and be glad you're not one of the people passing you in a car that is on their way to work at 5am. 

An old river guide injury has been rearing its homely head.  A nerve through my wrist and hand tingles like my lower arm has gone to sleep.  The original injury came from rowing 10 people daily down a stretch of river.  I'd wake up in the morning during the summer down there and realize I couldn't get my hands out of a c position.  It came back recently because of all the weeding I've done at my sister's over the last couple of weeks.  I was surprised that running far made it worse.  Anyhow - them's is the breaks.  I'd do that summer on the river all over again despite my tingly hand for life.

1.5 mile warm-up and cool-down, 4x800

Not  sure of the times, but around 3:20-25.  My legs are still not in spectacular shape after the marathon but it sure felt good to run "hard."  I have to run early in the morning for the next month and I'm lovin' what I'm getting done.  I run, I fold laundry, I do dishes, I read scriptures - and then my kids finally wake up.  Its really and truly awesome.  But the payment is I'm really, really not getting any sleep now, I'm a little more grumpy, and I don't have time to read whatever I want at night.  Oh the balance of life.

The miles were pretty slow today.  I'm not quite recovered yet, but it sure felt good to be out in the early morning again.  The wind was pushing around in no particular direction, I ran by a canal that smelled like wet vegetation, and the birds were holding nothing back in letting me know they were awake.  I felt like I'd just woken up from a night of camping.  That is a feeling I like.  Hopefully in two months I will be camping and our family will be complete again.  Looking at things fractionally, I don't have long to wait.