What a difference...

...a day makes.

Friday was a rough day.  I felt pretty horrible from the second I woke up to the minute I went to bed.  I didn't feel sick per say--no wretched stomachache or head cold--but just felt really "off" all day.  I think that's one of those blessing/curse things of being an athlete...you get so in tune with your body that you can really sense all the little things and notice when the body is slightly off kilter.  Luckily it goes hand-in-hand with knowing how to deal with it and just proceed throughout the day.  Anyway, I felt lousy all day Friday and I had to fight all day to not let my mood totally match it and dash the day against the rocks.  I struggled through a six mile run (can't wait until I'm doing higher volume and those become 12 mile struggles...) and called it a day.

Then Saturday rolls around and I feel great.  I woke up a different person--feeling physically, mentally, and emotionally alert and just plain good.  I was planning on a 14 mile hilly run with Lance and Todd and was happy it was scheduled for Saturday and not Friday, which would have been fairly torturous.  Instead, it was a beautiful day (aka shorts and t-shirt day) and the run was productive.  I followed the run up with a trip to Fitchburg to meet my family, watch Lance's play (very good, by the way), and eat Chinese food from a shin-dig that had a drive through window--could there possibly be any better way to get Chinese food?

Hope this message catches you on a "good" day, but if not--and even though it's cliche--I think the hard days make the good days all the sweeter, helps us be a little more thankful, and allows us to be mindful of others thereby connecting us to that which is humanity.