I announced at the end of the long day yesterday that I would be coming in late Friday. My co-workers all had sympathy... it'd been a long week for me and they could tell I was fading. So, I dropped the kids off at school and hit the JRP from 9400s golf course. The air was so thick and mucky I couldn't see a block away, my head tired from stress, and I nixed the idea of pushing hard. Too cold, didn't want to get cranky, and with mucky air... So I ran recovery (albeit faster than my usual recovery pace) just trying to do what felt good.
It was so pleasant to run, listening to the ducks, with no plans and no times. I debated running a few more miles but with the poor air quality decided it was a bad idea.
And, if I could explain the feeling of the run, it would sound like this song (skipping the first 20 sec):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6E3znZoFnN8
Penguin Cafe Orchestra; Perpetuum Mobile. I could run to this song all day.
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