It feels so good to feel so good.
Today was Arm Day. I really think it demands a reverent “Holy” in front of it. At least I can say I was still mostly calm – except for my favorite part that always charges me up. Nothing I can do about that except enjoy the ride. Holy Arm Day should be forever memorialized by a certain person’s biceps cast in bronze – life-sized. And all of the worshipers could rub the beautiful, bulging muscles for good luck or something. Yeah. I like that. Though I think I would require a personal shrine in the privacy of my own home.
Holy Arm Day!
I took a slow spin around the ‘hood after work in the 90-degree heat. Despite the choking weather, I really enjoyed myself. My post-race condition is relatively good. I’ve lost only one toenail so far, and the rest seem to be holding well. I’m sporting a couple of nasty blisters on my left foot, and my hip is a little tight this evening, along with some connecting muscles that join up underneath my ass. And aside from some nagging nausea, I feel just great.
I’m taking a look at some summer races to fill my schedule and give me some excitement over the next few months. Then I need to make a big decision about the Fall. After the thrill of the distance last weekend, I honestly don’t think I care so much about Boston 2014. Not because I failed in my first attempt to qualify, but because it’s just not the thing that makes me glow. Running long and slow lights me up. Running fast and furious stresses me out.
Today I’ve got my shine on, and things felt very happy and positive. I’m so grateful for days like this. I really think everything just might be okay, after all.