Pressing On

Monday's run was blissful. The air gliding over my skin and into my face felt crisp and inviting and all I could think of was my old horse lease, Cheval. When the temperature cooled and the damp NY summers fell away, you would think that this 19 year old grandpa was a 2 year old. He had boundless energy and excitement to be working with me. The run wasn't entirely like riding on those perfect cool days, but, it felt so good to be floating. I ran a very reasonable distance from in front of my office to each piece of trail where the gravel trail ended on either side of the building. Maybe 2.5 miles? It's difficult to stop myself when it feels so good to be moving and the weather is so great; and it's even harder to know that I could be running 10 or 12 miles if I'd not screwed my foot up. My foot feels fine (and I'm not surprised, given that the distance was short and I was on the gravel). My knees feel very weak and I'm really looking forward to starting my physical therapy. It's encouraging to consider that I could be running without joint discomfort.

Speaking of, I have my first session tomorrow. In a great turn of luck, the therapist is actually right next door to my office so that's very convenient. I've never done physical therapy, so I'm not actually sure what to expect.

I'm in San Antonio all of next week, which means that I'm going to be pressed for time to run and I'll already be missing a week of therapy. I had so much fun in Denver that I wouldn't have had the time to work out, but fewer people will be in San Antonio and that may mean that there will be fewer social evenings. My girlfriend/co-worker who will actually be running the full marathon with me in January (so jealous) will be there; I know she is motivated to do early morning runs and hopefully she will be a little contagious. I imagine it will still be quite hot, so mornings will be the smart way to go.

I missed yoga last night and I feel that I've abandoned Chuck. My boss had asked me to go to dinner with her in DC (Zaytinya, yum) and she introduced me to this chick who actually works in Senator Kennedy's office, focusing on Health Policy. She was pretty much awesome and I'm pretty psyched on hanging out with her. She's also a marathoner, biker, skier, outdoorsy type, etc. I'm definitely going to hit her up for some fun times. (In my tremendous effort to make girlfriends when I moved to DC, I've actually discovered a whole other realm of fun. Coming from a life of only friends who are boys, it's quite a change: I have several girl friends who I'd actually consider close friends). DC has been so good to me.

I was having breakfast at my little table looking at my view of the cathedral, and I couldn't help but feel this incredibly romantic feeling toward DC. It was such a content moment of absolute...perfect.