So the idea of writing while on breaks at work was not successful. After writing and crossing out three or four phrases, I flipped back a few pages and worked on my latest attempt at a novel. However, I had the plan that I would go running after work and could do a Running Commentary post. Perfect!
Well, I was half right. I ran, and it did not go too badly. Then I was too damn tired to do anything but lounge on the couch watching Snapped and go to bed early. Perhaps I could have forced my body and brain to do something, but I felt so deliciously relaxed and comfortable, I decided to cut myself a break. Do I perhaps cut myself too many breaks? That is a philosophical question better suited for Lame Post Friday. This morning my purpose is to do a late Wuss-out Wednesday post.
The weather was not too cold (for February) and dry. At least, the sky was dry. The sidewalks were dreadful and the roads only really good in the middle. I kept to streets less traveled but even so met with some traffic. I dodged up onto the sidewalk only once, when a car was coming and I saw a bare patch of walk. It did not last and I had to dodge over deep puddles and slushy ice to get back into the road. Ugh. No matter, just keep going.
My breathing was not bad. My legs were not particularly happy, but that was to be expected after two weeks off. Was it two weeks? Yikes! I’ll try not to do that again. My legs eventually settled into it, and by the end my whole body was pretty happy I ran. I plowed through snowy, slushy, wet sidewalks on my cool down walk, feeling fairly pleased with myself.
Oooh, look, 300 words. I rock! OK, not really, since this is a late post and not very descriptive of my run. Still, I must celebrate even small wins. Belated Happy Wednesday, everyone!