This morning’s run hit all the right notes.
Snuck out of bed and hit the roads early enough to have the city to myself. Warm enough for a long sleeve and shorts (!). Gorgeous sunrise. Moving just fast enough to really get the blood pumpin’. Full of the good stuff.
I really love my city, but I love it even more when the sun rises and sets the Flatirons on fire.
Hit 61 miles last week, on track for 55 as this is my ‘back down’ week, and gunning for 65 the following. This is by far the highest mileage I’ve ever run in my life and I’m feeling the best I’ve ever felt. I can’t tell you how thankful I am. And how much I appreciate every run.
And how much I love running.