<p>It was super gorgeous out there today. For the first time in forever, I threw my ipod on to listen to some tunes and head out for an easy 8 miles. Shorts and a long sleeve T (that I kept the sleeves pushed up on!) were all I needed in the 65* late afternoon. I've been ridiculously busy this week and a little stressed personally (G, the craigslist guy, showed up at the group run while I was working at the store last night), and as much as I love my yoga class, I didn't want to hurry my run to make it to yoga tonight. So I skipped class. I'm ok with it, though, because my run was great. I caught myself smiling several times. </p>
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<p>And, as silly as this is going to sound, sometimes when I'm really liking my run, I feel like a kid -- and I want to put my arms out to the sides like airplane wings and glide a bit. I don't do it, but inside that's how I feel. Today was one of those runs. </p>
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<p>(please tell me someone else can relate to this. or am I just weird?) </p>