Full blown obsession.
Ran 11.4 miles today. Note the decimal place. Just about two hours: not great, but not bad for the last of three days running. Friday was about 5 miles. Saturday, just over seven. And today was 11.4. Next long run will be over 14, slated for next Saturday morning. The camelbak will probably come out.
God, the loneliness of the long distance runner: it's everything I've ever wanted out of life. The quietness of the morning, the mist. The clear air. Me vs. my thoughts vs. my body.
And I have like a two month jump on the season. This is going to be a good year for running.