In Which I Talk About Running

BECAUSE I'VE BEEN RUNNING.

Wahoooooo!!!!

Ok, so they have been short, tiny runs.  But I've been running!

About a mile and a half yesterday morning.  I didn't have much time, but I didn't use that as an excuse.  That was the first best thing about that run.  The second best thing was how I felt: which was not like I was going to die!  THat is such an improvement, let me tell you!  I mean, on the 3 miler last week I started bargaining with myself about not walking before I was a quarter of a mile in. But yesterday morning I never felt the need to walk, and I felt.... lighter, easier, more on top of my running.  I was still slow as all get-out, but I ran and I didn't walk and I felt good.  And for me right now, that is HUGE.

Then I decided to go again this morning.  My logic: I'm going to be up late tonight watching MY Texas Rangers WIN THE WORLD SERIES (if you will it, it will happen!), so I'm going to want to sleep in tomorrow.  So I need to run today.  So I did.  2 miles this time.  And while the legs were a little heavier from the day before, this was also a startlingly good and successful run.

I've decided that the current weather is perfect for my running habit.  Not for running in, don't get me wrong - don't ever let anyone tell you that anything warmer than 60 is good weather for running - but for getting out there and just getting it done.  Often.  It is about 70 degrees out in the mornings right now, and there is an INSANE drought going on down here.  70 is perfect because I'm neither hot nor cold when I roll out of bed, and therefore there is nothing mentally holding me back from going outside.  Obviously when it is hotter it is difficult because if you're hot standing still, you know you're going to be miserable while running.  And when it is cold you know it'll be awesome while you're running, but there is the great freezing getting-out-of-bed issue, followed by the great freezing warm-up issue before you get to the good part.  But right now... right now I just go.  And once I'm running I'm hot but not miserable.  And the drought is actually helpful just because rain never stops me either.

By the way, on the drought.  So it rained down here the other week.  Lots of rain.  You know, for like the 5th time since Zoë was BORN.  Apparently mosquito eggs down here lie dormant until a big rain.  And since there had been no rain, when it finally happened, the ENTIRE SUMMER's crop of mosquitoes hatched SIMULTANEOUSLY.  They may not be so big you can ride them, but there are certainly enough to create flying carpets to replace cars as transportation for every Houstonian.  Which is another awesome thing about running at the butt-crack of dawn: it is too early even for the mosquitoes!