Running along the Bunny Trail!

I have been taking advantage of the nice weather and trying to run down in the valley as much as possible. My lovely white running shoes are now all muddy, which under normal circumstances would be very upsetting, but under these circumstances I feel like this is somehow equivalent to something like a girl guide badge. An indicator of kilometers clocked in the real world.

I have been experiencing a strange phenomenon while running. For the first 800 metres or so, I have to really push myself to pick up my feet with each step. I am always convinced that this is going to be the time that I have to give up and walk all the way; but then something takes over and I am able to continue on. And then, when the end comes into sight I wonder if I'll actually be able to stop. I feel as if it will physically pain me to stop running. Now don't get me wrong, I very much want to stop running, but there is this very strange force that seems to make seem impossible. I always manage to overcome that force and bring myself to a walk, but it's not easy. When running you start to actually feel light and when you stop you turn into awkward deadweight.

I need to get the bex-cycle out soon, but she needs a trip to the spa (Cycle Path) before making her debut for the season!

Hope everyone is enjoying the weather et bon Paque!