Not right...in the head

So my week ended pretty darn good. I had two good sessions of therapy, one with my group (yup, finally went back) and the other was running in the Brew to Brew run (yup, finally got some miles logged in). I had a great time with my teammates, The Ginger Ales. I "ran"two of the ten legs and had a really good time. Nice to get out and relieve some stress and stretch the legs. We couldn't have asked for better weather either 70s ish with overcast and a light breeze.
As always the casts of characters running are colorful and energetic. We had bunnies, carrots, bottles of beer, and the justice league with all types of crazy costumes in between. We had the serious runners out to win and the runners out to have serious fun. But the one common trait we all shared was the enjoyment of running. It didn't/doesn't matter how fast, how new, or how experienced we all had/have a common bond. That, I think, is why it seems to help me so much. That special understanding between another that says 'yea, I'm going to take most other sports form of training or punishment and do it for fun, so what?'