Yesterday I sat down to write a post about Why I Can’t Write a Post Today and then came up with a serviceable Running Commentary. Today I don’t think that’s going to work out. I don’t think my brain is in particularly serviceable shape today. That is OK, though, because it is Wrist to Forehead Sunday.
In Utica, NY, it is also Boilermaker Sunday. I ran in the Boilermaker 15K last year. I vowed I would never run it again, but I don’t think anybody believed me. Sure enough, what I feared would happen came to pass. As I saw and heard all the hoopla surrounding the race as it approached, I felt sorry I was not part of it. Today when Facebook friends posted pictures and statuses about it, I commented on them that I would run it next year. Will I follow through? Quite possibly I will.
Steven, Spunky and I have been having a pleasant lazy Sunday. It has been raining on and off, but I managed a pretty good run this morning and we have taken a couple of short walks. The main event of the day has been movies, although I fear we spent almost as much time discussing what we wanted to watch as we have spent watching them. I also made quite a tasty dinner.
And yet it really is a Wrist to Forehead Sunday. I’m glad I ran this morning, or else I fear I would be swooning on the sofa or reaching for my smelling salts (I actually don’t have any smelling salts, do you suppose regular salt would work?). Is it really angst that I did not participate in the country’s premiere 15K? Or is it sorrow that the only thing I can write is how I can’t write today? Or is it a mere desire to be dramatic? Hmm… I bet that’s it. Hope to see you all on Middle-aged Musings Monday.