Running addiction

A very weird experience this a.m. - woke up just after 6 and though "great, now I can go for a run". This happened a couple of days ago too - although that time I didn't actually go for a run and today I did. Is this the beginning of an addiction? In any case, I did go for a lovely 6.5km run this a.m. - a really lovely Saturday morning. There was hardly anyone around but you could arleady tell it was going to be a very nice day. I only meant to go for a short run but on days like this once you get started it's hard to stop. And I had to make up for yesterday, when I went for a run but probably only made it about 3km - just didn't have the get up and go. And I even tried running my park route backwards so I'd start by going downhill. Didn't help. I kept thinking about chocolate milk (now that the ad campaign about chocolate milk being good for exercisers has lodged in my brain). Maybe I was hungry. Maybe it was the burger I had the night before (during what was supposed to be a vegetarian week). Maybe it was too late in the morning. Maybe it was because I had forgotten my I-pod and so couldn't check my distance every 2 mins. In any case, I thought I had lost the will to run. But oddly, this a.m. it was back. I ran uptown and along the part of the cranberry path that is still open, then down the Lower Cove Loop, said hi to the commissionaires waiting for a cruise ship to dock, ran down to Tin Can Beach and looked out at the Bay of Fundy, then back home. I even ran a couple of laps around the block because the I-Pod kept telling me I was "this" close to 6km and then to 6.5 (I like to end on a nice, definitive number). I guess this is part of the addiction: "I"ll stop when I reach....". Oh well, it's a good addiction to have so far and I"m keeping it. We'll see how I make out when I actually have to go back to work!