My last race for the year is Saturday....and then...gasp...sigh...moan..I am going to take 3 weeks off running. It even hurts to type it. This will be the first time in a year I've taken voluntary break from running. I don't want to, but I grasp that I need to...barely. Right now I'm savoring every run as if it were my last...really quite silly. Disturbing and reassuring at the same time. Frightening to be so passionate about something that you don't even want to let go for a little while. Reassuring that something so wonderful has become such an integral part of who I am and the creature I am becoming.
Soooo, I am screeching into the final days before I take a break. 3 weeks is nothing really....really Lori.