The worst part? I liked it.
I was on a business trip to Chicago this week and had time in the mornings before the training started so I hit the Chicago Lake Front Trail.
No fewer than 6 people knew where I was at 5AM each morning. For some reason, that made me feel incredibly safe. I never really felt like I had anything to worry about as I was on the trail. There were plenty of people out and about with many women running alone. I texted my friends on and off while I was out there sharing pictures of what I saw.
|I had to swim back!|
|Such a cool city!|
I'd get to the meetings on a high like no other. My colleagues weren't quite sure what to make of it. You all know the high. The feeling of accomplishment after a good run or walk. I've been blessed enough to have been feeling that a lot lately.
I was determined to do my site seeing by foot so Wednesday morning, I headed out before the meetings and ended up at the Bean.
Thursday, our final day, one of my business partners had organized a group run before the day got started. We saw the best sunrise of the week and enjoyed some fun getting to know you time. I still can't figure out why no one wanted to join us at 6AM.
The last two weeks of mileage have left me more energized and enthusiastic about walking & running. I've needed this mojo to come back and here it is!
Now if I could shake this feeling that I am cheating on race walking.
Have you ever run or walked the Chicago Lake Front?
Have you ever lost your mojo and been lucky enough to find it again?