I woke up this morning and felt almost normal, like I was sitting in the third row of my life instead of the last. I don't think it's related to the nuclear bomb dream I was having last night, where full moon-sized balls were being lobbed over Manhattan. There were no explosions that I heard, but I always dial down the volume during blow-up scenes.
Taking advantage of the energy, I ate some oatmeal and went out for a run/walk. It took me 1:26, but I covered about 4.5 miles and felt great. After showering and video-chatting with Mariel in Peru, I grabbed the shopping cart and walked to Fairway on 86th Street. I was feeling a little low-energy by then but Cliff Bar came to the rescue. If you're wondering, cliff bars are high protein and sugar yummies athletes use to fuel themselves. If you've been to Fairway, you know why I needed one. My arms got quite a workout dragging the groceries behind me as I walked home.
I still feel good and here it is after 2 pm. I'm guessing it has to do with all the love I've received from family, the amazing support my running coaches and blog-readers have given me, and the increase in prednisone my doctor okayed on Monday. I doubled my dose from 10 to 20 mg and for the first time, I'm thrilled to take a higher dose. Naturally, it's not good for the future me (bone crumblage mainly), but it's good for me right now. If it allows me to run more, feel like a real person, and keep me from going off the deep end mentally, I accept the risks.
It's my deal with the devil. I'll get off the junk some day.