Another Hundo

This morning reminded me why I run. After weeks of hot August days, I stepped outside to a crisp 52 degrees — the kind of weather that feels made for running. The plan said 45 minutes at a steady 9:00 pace, but the cool air pulled me along, and I ended up running 5.53 miles at an 8:08 pace. My heart rate stayed reasonable at 142, proof that fitness is quietly building even when I don’t notice it day-to-day.

Crossing 100 miles this month felt especially rewarding. That’s two months in a row now (and with 5 days to spare). What was last month’s goal is starting to become a streak. What makes it even more meaningful is that I almost didn’t go. The voice in my head told me to take the day off, but I pushed through that resistance — and that decision turned into a small victory. A reminder: the hardest step is often just getting out the door.

Around mile four, something special happened. I hit that elusive runner’s high — a surge of euphoria I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was a signal that all the little pieces are coming together: faster paces, lower heart rate, stronger legs, and, most importantly, joy in the process.

Running is teaching me (again) that progress isn’t always about one big breakthrough — it’s about showing up, stringing together the miles, and letting the results take care of themselves. Today was proof that consistency pays off. And the best part? I’m just getting started.