I'm the type of runner who never really knows how far I'm going to run sometimes until I'm actually running. Am I spontaneous? Am I a poor planner? I like to think of myself as highly evolved, or at least my runs are. I head out the door with one distance in mind, but it could very well end up being something completely different. The change could be due to fatigue, boredom, pain, time constraints, bathroom emergency, you name it! I can be flexible. For example, you would think Sunday would be a perfect day to get in a long run. Unless, Sunday was the only day you could sleep in (meaning 9am). And you had to make pancakes for your children and other people's children who slept over. And you were pressured into going to church (no offense, God). And you had to go Christmas shopping. I could go on and on with my excuses, but I won't (because I just did). A long run evolved into a 1.12 mile run with my 7 year old son. At least I'm not breaking my streak.
Monday morning was cold. Lucky for me, I waited until all the kids were home from school. By then, it had warmed up. I went out at 3:45pm and felt great. My 3 mile run evolved into a 5 mile run.
And today? Today it snowed and it was also my oldest daughter's birthday. I put off running until dinner time. She joined me and we ran 2.3 miles in the wintry dark. It wasn't too cold, but the light blanket of snow and Christmas lights on many of the homes made for a festive little outing. The best part was when we came home, my daughter told me how great she felt afterwards. I explained endorphins to her. The Runner's High is reason enough to take up the sport. I may not have run as far as I should have, but I got to spend some quality one on one time with my first born. It was a great end to her birthday.