Most people have the assumption I enjoy running. Half the time I'm doing it I am not really enjoying it at all. I don't get in touch with anything and I have no clue what runner's high is. Unless that means waxing people. Either way I am very glad I do it and it has been one of the best investments I have ever made. I don't ponder anything, it is more of a focus on the task at hand. When running with people it is enjoyable to talk smeesh, joke, and listen to the stories. The older I get the more I enjoy putting in the kilometers with other folk.
Had a good 11.1 mile jaunt today. Was able to bring the mail a tad the last five miles with the wind at my back. I'm sure there will be a little pay back tomorrow, but I'll get out there with the Minooka crew and get it in. Probably 10 easy tomorrow.
Lately I've been sleeping like a champion. I've been vacuum packing about 8+ hours a night. That's good dreaming territory and lately I have been dreaming of relatives who have been gone for awhile. I kind of realize this in the dream, but don't at the same time. I guess the brain needs to roam around a bit. I am not a good runner in my dreams. Typically I am under prepared or have a difficult time going as fast as I know I can. I haven't flown on my own in some time now, but I always get a kick out of it when I can spontaneously achieve flight. I wish people were amazed by me as much as they are then, but that's the life of mortals....no?