Nothing beats the early morning solitude before the fam gets up. Running becomes its own addiction. My boss urged me to do the local 5k about a decade ago. I did the Couch To 5K training thing which was all the rage at the time. First week absolutely sucked (RIP calves) but the body adapts pretty well from there. I kept at it after doing the 5k just to see how far I could take it and fast forward two years I did a marathon and peak volume was around 70 miles a week. I loved throwing on some tunes or an audio book and just hitting the pavement. I was sort of hooked on it, checking my Strava and Garmin data 17 times a day.

Funnily enough as I was in final prep for the marathon I started to plot out Ultra Marathon ambitions, but when I crossed the finish line my first thought was “I’m never fucking running again. Ever.”

At that was it. Done. lol
I’ve been back weight lifting since last November. Much more my speed now. God bless the yoga pant!!!