I did my new 10K route around my neighborhood and the surrounding area. I was feeing great, the weather was PERFECT, and I knew I had about 15 miles I needed to fit in the next three days, in order to reach my 100 mile goal for the moonth. So, I kept going. I decided I was gonna run half marathon #8 for the year! Yeah .... just like that! It's so awesome just being able to do that spontaneously. I remember when I use to have to TRAIN for this stuff!
I then headed towards my old neighorhood and did my old 10K route (which is much hillier than the new one). It brought back fond memories of my former life, and my late-night 9 pm outdoor runs in the evening after the kids were in bed, or my 4 am runs when my X was training for Ironman two years ago. There is no longer a need for such runs since I am on my own so often and the only time I do late-night runs now are after the kids are in bed, and then I'm forced to put in miles on the treadmill.
As I headed back home, I was thinking about my old route and my new route ... the path that I am on. So similar to my life ... different routes ... different places ... but the same journey ... intertwined ...
I returned home, the dishwasher was full (surprising no one emptied it for me), toys were still scattered over the living room from my fun weekend with the munchkins, and it was 9:30 and I still hadn't put my work things away or gotten ready for the next day. But, I didn't care. I took some quiet time (alone) for myself ... on the pavement ... alone with my thoughts ... and got 13.1 miles in, in the process!