Got out for a great mid-morning 10-miler on the last day of vacation. 82 miles in 7 days. Feel like I've turned a corner. Hokas are money.
Really enjoying the process of slowly rolling back into shape. It is both humbling and inspiring. Nice to have sore quads like I was a newbie.
Something so simple and yet so poignant as running cannot be easily understood. Yes, there are those out there who call us crazy and there are those who admire us. But, at the end of the day, who do we really run for? I guess that's why I'll lace 'em up again tomorrow and see what happens.