One of those days…

Yesterday was one of those days.  Not one of those days when you step on the cat, causing yourself to jump and spill coffee on your shirt just as you tip over a chair that knocks over the plant, and just when you think it’s over you trip down the stairs.  Not one of those.  No, it was one of those days where the sun was shining brightly in February, and the temperature was dancing around the freezing mark and I just couldn’t help but go for a run. Though I did trip down the stairs.

It is too soon for one of those days, of course, because now I have spring fever far too early and will be more inclined to cry when I have to brush off my car.  But for the hour that I was out running, I sure enjoyed it.  The birds were singing, there were people out and about, and everyone was smiling.  While it was still crisp in the wind, I had my jacket unzipped in the sheltered areas, and had my gloves off after 20 minutes.  Of course, when it is like that, I can’t help but run way faster than my easy-pace, which was the scheduled workout.

You know when you see a Labrador Retriever giddily galloping through a park, tongue flapping foolishly to one side, tail wagging?  I must have looked a bit like that, only without the tail,  or the tongue flapping.  And on the way home, when I knew I didn’t have far to go, I just couldn’t help myself:  I found the biggest, baddest puddle on the sidewalk and jumped in it with both feet.

Yup, it was one of those days.