Abominable week that got even worse Saturday - my Run Day - morning got snafud on top of snafus, definitely no run then. Got back late evening from wrestling with other peoples problem causing asshatedness, felt like hell and in a very foul mood. Only reason I then went out was the commitment to an event in September.
I VERY rarely run at night, had to turn back on my driveway as one of my socks was chafing my little toe, changed socks, back out, to the Park, dang it - at that late hour there were still a few dogwalkers with those accursed extending leashes cluttering the way, started running...
And don't ask me how or why, but I have never had such an effortless run. It was one of only two or three times in seven years that I truly felt I was running like a "real runner" and not simply within the physical limitations I am lumbered with.
I needed that boost. Don't know how it happened, but it sure felt transcendental π
I guess I won't quit this running lark just yet lol