Today was gorgeous out.
Mid 20's with no wind and sunny skies, pretty much my ideal running weather.
Tomorrow I turn 29. While I think you're only as young as you feel, and I feel pretty darn young still, it's becoming apparent more and more these days that my youth is slowly slipping away from me.
Getting irritated by loud music.
Wanting to spend Saturday nights wrapped up in a Snuggie on my couch with my pups.
Finding it difficult to stay up past 10 pm on any given night.
The bod taking 36 hours to recover from a 3 drink night.
Can't escape it...age just happens.
To toast off my last day as a 28 year old, I laced up my Brooks Pure Cadence 2's and headed out the door for a little 13 miler. Goal for the day was nothing more than to get in some consistent steady miles and see if my body would be able to potentially handle the Chitown Half Marathon on 3/24.
Have to say that I was pleasantly surprised by how controlled and relaxed the miles felt. Seems like heading out the door without number expectations or goal splits is working for me these days.
Who would have thought that goal-less training with considerately less mileage would actually be working more for me than aggressive goals and heavily loaded and focused weeks?
Not me thats for sure.
Feels good to have that sinew feeling back in the legs.
Sometimes doing something different seems to be just what the doctor ordered for progress.