Running with the devil

Last week was a horrible week for running. I was in Munster, Indiana singing a gig with an orchestra. It was soupy, the air was way too thick, and my muscles completely seized up on me within the first two miles. Nightmare. And no running makes me a very very crabby girl.

So it was a very pleasant surprise to go for a seven mile run and realize that a week of bad running does not mean you will not be able to get back to your good pace and your good distance. I woke up this morning, felt like poop and went back to bed. After several hours of procrastination and wishing I had actually gone running at 630 as planned, I put on my clothes and vowed to go for a reasonably long run to get my head in the right place. The weather channel (brought to you by lying liars, inc) said that it was 63, sunny, with 94% humidity. Now I don't know what kind of crack rock they are smoking, but it is NOT 94% humidity. That's what I tried to run in last week, and this was NOTHING to that. No cramps, no side stitches, no general wishing for ritual suicide, just a good solid run. Thank heavens.

Tomorrow I'm going back to the homelandia to see my family. Here's hoping I can get a few good runs in while I'm there. Thirteen days to the half-marathon!!