Man, what a fine winter day. This was my first day running out on the trail since this Christmas Day photo with Brit on Town Lake. I’ve been a bit under the weather, and still likely have a ways to go to fully recover. I can tell you though that recovery will be hastened outdoors under the warm Colorado sun.
Sick or not, my conditioning is far from where I was a half year ago when I ran a 3:40 marathon. Twenty pounds heavier, I shuffled along the trail like an old man. Eight miles used to be a short distance where I hardly broke a sweat. It now appears to be my maximum distance. It doesn’t matter though. Short and slow as my run was, outside in 45°, running in shorts and a cotton long-sleeved t-shirt, I felt like I belonged out on that trail. It was so perfect. Just like that Christmas Day run where Brit couldn’t stop laughing at me.
She did the same thing to me last night. Apparently I broke out in song at the neighborhood party. Brit gestured hand signals to lower my voice as she looked around. I didn’t stop singing though. I was making a point that the world needs more dog songs, so I started singing You and Me and a Dog Named Boo. That was the first 45 I bought from the local record shop as a kid. We need more dog songs.
I was just as happy out on the trail today. Only in Colorado can 45° under the sun feel so nice. I do belong out there. The LoBo Trail called out to me like a siren, letting me know everything is alright. As long as I’m on a trail, running, I’m good. I’ll be back out tomorrow.
Adam Martin said:
I’ve been enjoying this oddly warm winter as well! (Though I hope for more water come summer…)
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