Did anybody think I would just stop running after the Boilermaker 15K? I have crashed and burned after running it in the past (I even wrote it on my calendar a couple of times: Monday, Crash; Tuesday, Burn). But I wanted to keep it up this time. I had actually meant to start running again Tuesday or Wednesday, but, well, you know how it goes sometimes (and if you don’t, what planet do you live on? I’d like to visit). So Friday was GOING to be the day.
When I woke up around 4 a.m., I felt SO ready to run. I was going to sleep a little more (hey, I’m still on vacation), then I was going to get right to it. I might not need any coffee first. I drank a little water (I always keep a bottle by the bed) and relaxed.
An hour an a half later, when Steven said he was getting up, I not only did not feel like running, I did not feel like getting out of bed. It being my last real day of vacation (I don’t count the weekend, since I normally have weekends off) (YES, lucky me, don’t hate), I stayed under the covers for another 15 minutes or so. This worked out, since due to a slight malfunction, coffee wasn’t ready till I got up anyways. Additionally, it was raining. I was off the hook! I don’t have to run in the rain!
Of course, I knew I COULD run in the rain. I’ve done it before. Also, the rain would probably stop. I had some coffee and awaited events. After a cup and a half, I did not see drops in the puddles, and I felt a little more ready. After all, this was the first run after a 15K and four days off. I decided I did not have to run more than 20 minutes.
Off I went dodging puddles and patches of mud still left from the recent flooding. I ran down German Street and pondered where to go. No hills, I promised myself. Perhaps a Dead End Run. That is where I cross German and run up and down all the dead end streets as I work my way back. Being me, I changed my mind about that three or four times, but ended up doing it.
I did not run all the dead end streets. That would have been a much longer run than anticipated. As it was I ended up running 33 minutes. Again, being me, I debated about that, too. Should I run past my house to the end of the street and back? Continue around the block? Make it 40 minutes? 35 minutes? I decided 33 was a fine number, so I ran a little way past the house.
I’m thinking this is not much of a Running Commentary, since I have not offered a lot of observations and, well, comments. However, it is Lame Post Friday and my last real day of vacation. I’m going to call it a post. Happy Friday, everyone.