back in the game.

i took a whole week off from running. it was fabulous and frustrating at the same time. some days i enjoyed the lazy afternoons, others i had to stop myself from lacing up. i can't say i was any more productive with my time. some days i was even less so.

and then i needed it. i needed to get out there and "pound that pavement."

sunday morning the dog went 4 miles with me. i hadn't taken her in a while because of the distances i had been going. i could tell she missed it by the pace she kept and the way her ears flopped around from her bouncy stride. she makes running fun. most of the time.

last night i needed to get out there and just run my butt off. i think best when i run and then sometimes i run not to think. last night was one of those nights. one of my favorite phish songs repeatedly sings that "you've got to run like an antelope out of control."

that was me. i was that antelope.

i ran as fast as i could for 3.25 miles and just enjoyed going fast and thought of nothing else. it felt so good. and while justin timberlake and the killers belted it out on my ipod all i could hear was "run like an antelope out of control."

their are good runs and bad runs, fast runs and runs that seem to be endless. their are runs that clear the head and other that fill the heart. and there are the runs that will just plain kick your butt.

but i'd still rather get out there and get going.