A very small glimmer of light

I went away for a few days to a conference this week.  The conference was good and very refreshing to my soul, but it meant that I had to miss a couple of days of training.  So, when I got back in the afternoon I squeezed in a 6 mile run.  I am not usually an afternoon runner, so I generally don't feel to good when I run at that time.

The run started slowly.  My ankle was hurting, and I had not felt any of this on my run out to 128 last week - so, that was a little discouraging.  I was dragging at about 4.5 miles, but it was an afternoon run.

Then I thought I'd stretch it out a bit.  I didn't particularly feel like it, but I thought is would be a good idea.  And something happened.  It was like a burst of energy filled me - and I powered it for the next mile and a half - to my pleasant surprise.  I don't think I have ever experienced this kind of feeling before.  I began to close on couple of people who had passed me along the way, and soon I was motoring by them without even really trying to do so.  I don't know what this was, but I enjoyed it.  It was a small glimmer of hope - amidst the mystery of this training season.