Cold, beautiful and really, really slow.
I am ridiculously slow and cautious on the leaf-covered rocky trails now. I’m so worried about spraining my ankle again. It’s frustrating and I hope I get over it soon.
It’s nice to have such a patient training partner, though.
Someone hung a swing in the woods, which was particularly nice today because I didn’t really feel like running.
It was warm and the leaves were colorful, so I don’t know why I didn’t feel like running. Just one of those days, I guess.
Wasn’t I just complaining about not being able to run?
A full week off from running because of a stupid chest cold.
I was hoping for at least 8 miles today, but my body had other plans. I’m trying to feel good about the fact that I’m listening to my body and taking it easy, but not running is so much harder than running is.
It was a gorgeous day to be in the mountains though.
Another solo run in the mountains.
One of those runs that feels harder than it should. But it was peaceful and soothing to be surrounded by nature for a few hours.
Some sun, some fog and a little rain.“The road is a river and the river is a road”
On repeat in my head.