I woke up this morning just not feeling it. A little tired, a little achey, not feeling like running. But I managed to swing my legs out of bed, pulled on my Life Is Good shirt and headed out the door. And boy am I glad I did. Nothing like a good run to make you feel better. It wasn't the best run from a performance standpoint, but my legs felt great, my lungs felt pretty good, I didn't have the breathing problems I've been experiencing (hooray for Albuterol!) and I got in a really good headspace.
One of my current favorite tunes, Kanye West's "Touch the Sky," came up on my iPod, too. I'm not really a fan of rap music, but I dig the vibe of this song.
Now let's take 'em back to the plan. Me and my momma hopped in that U-Haul van. Any pessimists, I ain't talked to them.
By the time it came to the edge of the Forest the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, "There is no hurry. We shall get there some day."
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