Sometimes I have amazing runs. Sometimes I have runs that completely suck. Some days my legs feel fresh, others not so much. On any given day, my stomach can rebel. Or not.
There are certain factors that are likely to make a run better than others. Cool weather=good run. Rest days=happy legs. Eating right=happy tummy. All pieces of an equation that you try to put together to make a good run.
And then you have a run that surprises you. It’s warm out. You start kind of dehydrated. You’ve eaten enough tomatoes to feed a small country. It’s so humid your elbows drip sweat. And you think “this run is going to suck”.
But somehow it doesn’t. Your legs turn over smoothly. A faster than usual pace feels easy. Nothing hurts. At the end of the run, you think “Wow, if only every run felt like that…”
And that is how an addiction to running starts. The constant pursuit of the perfect run, because no matter how badly today’s run might suck, tomorrow’s run might be “the one”.