There are times, when run is fun. You just go, and go. And can go on some more. Love/hate relationship with running, story of my life. I prefer the love part. Because than you just go and run run run, than repeat.
Everything is just ok. Or almost ok. Or perhaps just focusing on the ok part, and that makes the whole thing ok. Feeling good. I feel inspired and inspiring.
It is probably the breeze of spring and the sunshine, and the runs together and the nonruns together.
All I have to deal with now is to keep the feel alive in terms of inspirative running, and to eat normal finally. Music can stay loud and danceable.