The voice in my head

{This a.m. I'm heading out for a walk/run.}

It's 8:30, why is this guy walking down our street right now?? I think he's trudging through the walk of shame (after a good night of drinking, still in your bar clothes, etc.) He wouldn't usually cross my mind as a threat, but this is weird... moving on.

I'm going to run for a while, get a head start in case that guy decides to come after me (he was however walking the opposite direction). Oh yeah, and that is why I came out here in the first place.

It's an absolutely b.e.a.utiful morning for a run. Never thought I'd say that in this lifetime.

Run, walk, run, walk... running more than walking. Impressive. Ok, I'm going to make it to that mailbox running. Now that one. Ok, to that road. Wow, I'm actually running quite a bit! Ok, I'll run to the bottom of that hill, it looks like killer to get up. Huh... seems I have more energy than anticipated, I'll run up it until I no longer can. Oh my, I'm already at the middle. Now I have to make.it.to.the.top. I'm here, I actually made it to the top of this hill! I can't believe it. I'm almost believing you can do anything you put your mind to at this point, at least that's the way I'm thinking as the adrenaline is pumping through my body. Whew.

I still need to clock this path out, but I'm certain I ran well over a mile. I'm impressing myself by doing something I never thought I would, and making it up those big hills.