I did a very slow 6 miles this morning; it was early and it was cold! I had a good run, though, compared to all the rest this week. I think I've been on the verge of a burnout with no enthusiasm for running this week. This was the first time I actually looked forward to my run. Perhaps the running gods have chosen to smack me down a notch after having so much success with my 10 milers in previous weeks?
The subject of "you know your a runner when.." came up on a forum I belong to. I discovered my own version:
You know you're a runner when you're driving somewhere with your spouse, and you're having a really important convo with said spouse; spouse is saying "Something something mortgage, something something call the bank and ask something something.." and you miss the whole conversation because you just passed a sign that said the next town is 10 miles and you think, "yeah, I could totally run that". And then you start imagining yourself running the road you're on to the next town. So you're running in your head along the road, still saying mm hmm to spouse so he thinks you're listening to him when you're not.
Now, all I have to do is figure out what I'm supposed to call the bank about.