After a solid week off my feet, I hit the pavement on Monday for a short 1 mile jog to/from my gym.
The next day, I laced up for 4 miles with Ezra. Amidst his constant alerts of the passing scenery--"Truck! Car! DaDa!"--my enjoyment soared. (Unfortunately, so did some slight chafing leftover from RR. Note to self: liberally apply Body Glide on all runs from now on, no matter how short.)
Hopped up on goofballs (i.e., my first run-induced endorphins in days), I hit a spin class at lunch.
Still feeling good, I drove by Fort Worth Running Company after work and purchased a very necessary pair of shoes and some socks. 400+ miles on all of my other running shoes meant it was time to upgrade.
This morning, I pulled out my shiny, new Mizunos and again cruised Rivercrest with Ezra for an easy 4 miles.
Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.