Today was absolutely beautiful. It got to be 60 degrees in the afternoon, sunny with a slight breeze. I am home for the weekend so I got to run in the area where I grew up at, which was refreshing and fun.
I ran right after I had some yogurt and granola for breakfast. Todays distance run was 3.75 miles, not too far. It was about 10 in the morning when I headed out the door and onto the gravel road. It was the first run of the year outside in a tank top and it felt amazing. Today while running I never had a side ache. I never had pain in my shins. I never felt incredibly out of breath. I kept my breathing pattern the whole time and finished my run in 37 minutes. Even without looking at my time I am really good at sticking to my 10 minute mile pace.
Running on the gravel road by my home today made me think of growing up on the farm and all the memories I have of this place. I first passed my schoolhouse where I went to kindergarten all the way through 7th grade. It looks so desolate now, but I can remember a schoolyard full of children and classrooms full of learning. Down the road I could see where one of my childhood best friends lived. I remember going over to Carissa's house numerous times after school to go sledding, bake cookies, play in her yard, and our favorite, to make crafts together. I also ran past the home of where 'the country garden' is. I remember visiting that yard in the 5th grade for art class. The class got to roam around the huge yard, pick wherever they wanted to set up and draw their view with oil pastels. I turned around to start my journey back home shortly passed Malina's house. Malina was a little girl who had to have been in 2nd or 3rd grade when I broke my wrist in 7th grade during recess and she brought me flowers after my surgery. The whole run home I was thinking about how lucky I was to have grown up where I did. I would't change a thing.
yay!
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