Euphoria on the run
Over the past two weeks, I've discovered a few kinks in my self-designed Run Some, Be Fine plan. Namely, my motivation is harder to find than Amelia's other shoe when she's already five minutes late for school. I lie in bed after the alarm goes off at 5:20, planning to hit six or so miles, and say to myself, "O.K., two more snoozes and then I'll wake up." Instead, I wake up 40 minutes later, slingshot out the door with drool still slung across my cheek, go for three miles, and call it good.
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