For some reason I woke up this morning and felt compelled to run this afternoon. Not only that, but I packed up everything I need so as to accomplish such at lunch, if the feeling still remained.
And what do you know, I actually went out and did it. My first run in (wait for it as I count...) 18 weeks. Not a single step with purpose since the Chicago 1/2.
I'll elaborate later so as not to take a two hour lunch.