This past Sunday I woke up late. Because I could. And then I drank some coffee. Then I did some other things of little importance. Looming in the back of my mind was the fact that I wanted to get a short and easy run in. I wasn't eager to go, per se. But I wasn't dreading it either. Let's just say it was on my "to-do" list and I was finding lots of ways to procrastinate. In truth, I was tired. I'd been with my LHS runners at the Weston Twilight track meet the night before, running around like a chicken with my head cut off for 6+ hours, and I hadn't gotten home until 11:30pm (which you know is mad-late for me). I considered bailing all together on the run, but then, running often has a strange way of re-booting me for the rest of the day, so I knew I needed to just go. Two hours and three cups of coffee later, I was ready to hit the road. It didn't hurt that the weather was perfect. Something I will never, EVER, take for granted again after this winter. It was warm, with some good cloud cover, and a light breeze. After a few heavy steps, I found my groove, both with pace and my music. As I hit my second mile, I felt light on my feet in a way I haven't felt in quite some time. I caught myself smiling at nothing in particular as I jogged pass the CVS window in Medford. What, I wondered to myself, was going on? And as I cruised along, it hit me. On this particular day, for this particular run I had NO AGENDA. I also had no time constraints, no pressure, no worries, no stress, no aches and/or pains, no race crowds to deal, no car traffic to weave through, no rain/wind/snow to bitch about, no....well you get the point.None of it. Zip. Zero. Nada. This run was just for me. And it was f'in amazing. I like to train. I really like to race. Sometimes, I hate them both, too. That's okay. Maybe only a crazy nut-job runner, such as myself, can appreciate this notion. But, thankfully, there is something about just plain running that always brings out the best in me. And I love that. You get it. Right?