Addicted

Call it writers block, call it no material, no matter how you call it, it's been a bad week.

It's been nearly a week since I ran last. 

Not gonna make excuses, not gonna talk about a week full of birthdays, anniversaries, cross country meets, and parties.  There was time to run, just didn't take advantage of it.

Like a crack fiend looking for their fix, I needed to get out and run!  So I grabbed my Brooks and hit the pavement. 

Being addicted to running is an odd feeling.  You can't wait to get out and push your body beyond where it tells you it wants to go.  You play a mental game between your mind and your heart.  You run a good run and feel like you could've done better.  You miss a day and you punish yourself the next run. 

This was my situation this week.  Punishment.

4.84 miles, 53:34

Later.