Summer Runnin’, Might Be My Last…

Tonight might very well have been my last run of the Summer, Modern Philosophers.

Even though I’d had a long, somewhat stressful day, I knew I wanted to put on my running toga and hit the streets once I got back to The House on the Hill.  It was just too beautiful an evening to pass on the opportunity to work on my wellness.

Summer runnin’ had me a blast.  Summer runnin’ never did go too fast…

As the full moon kept watch over me, I took off down Eastern Avenue stunned at how warm and gorgeous it was.  The last few night, I’ve been bundled up in bed under two comforters, but this day reminded me of how glorious a Maine Summer can be.

I ran a little further than I intended because the whole time I was out there, I kept telling myself that this was my last run of the Summer, and I’d regret it later if I didn’t push myself a little harder and go just a little way more down the quiet road.

Set a pace that was easy for me.  Made it home all hot and sweaty…

I am definitely mad at myself for not logging the amount of miles I did last Summer, but situations changed, left caught me off guard, and I lost my desire to move for quite some time.  In the end, I’m proud of myself for getting my butt in gear and running on a more regular basis.

Even if the distances were shorter and the runs were lonelier, I still got out there and did my best given the circumstances.

As I ran into Summer’s sunset tonight, I couldn’t help but think that a certain someone would be proud of me as well.  The Girl Who Knows I’m Trying is certainly smiling.

Summer days, driftin’ away.  How I’ll miss my Summer runs…

The most important thing about running, in my opinion, is that I make sure it finds a regular place in my life.  If I can get myself out on the road 4 times a week, I’m happy even if the odometer isn’t showing as many miles.

3 miles is better than nothing.  Some sweat is definitely an improvement over no sweat at all.  The feeling I get at the completion of any run is virtually the same, and I’ll take that high over growing roots on the couch any day of the week.

Even though my Summer runs might be over, I think I might very well have a soft spot for Autumn Running Adventures.

I’ll just wear a warmer running toga.

I need to shape up.  So I’ll keep running man…

(My apologies to Grease for taking such liberties with its classic songs.)