The addiction

This is an addiction. There is no other way to describe it. Yesterday, as it felt like my little salon world and thus my life in general was falling apart, I couldn't help but look forward to my run. At least the alone time I knew it would afford me to clear my head. Now the 19 miles I logged...I don't know that I actually looked forward to those, but the 3 hours by myself... that was good. It certainly gave me a fresh look at the situation at hand. Those three hours of running were better than a couple glasses of wine. I can't imagine that pain killers would have numbed the ache I had in my heart. But, a good run put all thoughts of betrayal and lack of loyalty in another box. I think it is an addiction, because it truly feels too good to actually be good for me.
I am 12 days away from NYC and I am ready. I felt good after 19 miles. A little stiff, certainly tired, but I felt good. My heart rate was average, I wasn't huffing and puffy and I still had something left to give. I had a beer, which I typically don't enjoy, but after that many miles, it tastes like heaven, Chinese food and 3 tylenol and went to bed. I woke up this morning feeling pretty darn good and the stairs didn't hurt too much. My goal for NYC is to finish in under 5 hours. My first marathon took me 5:37, but I had a hip injury and it was slow going. I'll be happy under 5, but I feel like I can do better than that. Time will tell.