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I slowly walk up the road. It is snowing lightly, a prelude of the storm that is coming tonight. The light dusting of snow crunches and squeaks under my feet as I walk along the dirt road next to the brook. I admire the ice formation the brook created. There are spots were the ice is a good 5 feet above the water and in others the water is running over the ice. Some ice looks like billowing ocean waves in others its smooth and flat. There icicles of all different shapes hanging down to the water. It is a beautiful sight to look at.

But my mind is heavy. My streak of running a mile a day ended yesterday at 31 days. I’m unsure whether to be sad or happy. So why didn’t I run? I was frustrated and had no desire. My feet and or legs have been hurting every time I ran for the past week. The run I did two days consisted of running a mile then walking another 2 because I was feed up with pain. So when it came time to run last night I had no passion to step out the door. I wanted the chance to rest mentally and physically from running.

As I walk along, I do feel sad that ended it and shed a tear or two. But I feel relieved. I treasure of thought of being able to train hard and then take a day off. The thought of training hard for 5 to 6 days then having a day off sounds so good to me right now. It lifts my spirits a bit.

I look at my watch and see it time to head home. I decide to run all the way home. It’s mostly all down hill. I feel ok slowly jogging and the pain doesn’t get to bad. I even take a slight detour to make sure I run at least 1 mile….