But Saturday it was like an old friend. I ran my 5 mile route and loved every minute of it. I've run it in every type of weather and memories flooded over me. I could see my oldest riding his bike beside me, my best friend running along side me and then biking the next lap. I could remember running in terrible wind, in snow, and in the heat where I'd detour slightly for the drinking fountains on Main Street. I remembered the dog that tore after me and then looking for it the next time around. It was familiar and wonderful and it felt like normalcy. I'll take some normalcy. Saturday it was raining. Well more like pouring and I couldn't have been happier. I think running in the rain is my favorite weather. It was really coming down and was cold and foggy, but still really great. I was wringing out my gloves on the way home and was soaked clear through. My shoes were soaked and the squishing was pretty bad, but to run again.... wow. It was incredible.
The rest of the week consisted of 45 minutes on the stepper and then running 3 miles two other times on the treadmill. I also was able to lift twice. Good week.