7 miler

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.