I woke up still feeling pretty sick after our run on Cougar the day before, but I was determined to sweat it out – nothing else appeared to be helping anyway. To the Redmond Watershed Preserve! JK was going for an additional short loop, so we both put on music and ran at our own pace. I don’t know if it was the fresh-smelling woods (didn’t see any bear scat that day), the happy faces of fellow runners and hikers I met along the trail, the utter joy of running to Faithless again or, most likely, my total lack of expectations that day, but I had the best run of my life. Seriously. I entered that elusive state of flow, and when I finally came to myself and realized that hey, I’m still running, it turned into a massive endorphin high (see maniacal smile in cell phone pic).
I didn’t bring any water since I’m trying to train myself to drink less during short distances, so near the end when I started feeling parched, I resorted to swallowing little slurps of post-nasal drip. I kid, I kid! (Sort of.) By Monday my cold was gone and I felt human again.