Today was the perfect day. Everything went right.
This morning we ran 7 miles-before sunrise-at an 8:10 pace. Not too shabby. I found a new appreciation of running old route 66 by the tiny remaining luminescence from the moon and the beginning remnants of another beautiful sunrise.
Here's the thing, we both felt like a million bucks. I am still smiling from that accomplishment.
I am track this week. I have not been lately.