At work this afternoon, I remarked to a friend that I had a choice of what to do. I had to pick up a prescription at The Medicine Shoppe, which is handily located just outside the rather large parking lot in front of my place of employment. Unfortunately, I like to park at the opposite end of the parking lot.
“I can walk to the Medicine Shoppe, then back to my car, drive home and say, ‘Now I don’t have to run!’ I can drive to the Medicine Shoppe, drive home and go running. I can walk to the Medicine Shoppe, back to my car, go home AND run. Or I can drive to the Medicine Shoppe, drive home and not run anyways. And after I stop at the Medicine Shoppe, I can go into Ilion Wine and Spirits and get a bottle of wine.”
“You’ll have a headache tomorrow,” she warned.
“Not if I don’t drink the whole bottle,” I argued.
“You’ll drive to the Medicine Shoppe,” she predicted, also pointing out that it was a lovely afternoon for a run.
I did drive to the Medicine Shoppe, parking near Ilion Wine and Spirits. I do like to support the latter, because they are supporters of Ilion Little Theatre, in addition to being very nice people and carrying an excellent selection of wine. I chose a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc.
It was a lovely afternoon, bright and sunny. It was actually a little warmer than I like for running, although I realized that inside a vehicle is not the best place for gauging temperature. Spunky was ready for a walk as soon as I got home. I was happy to oblige. I figured walking around the block would help me decide whether or not to go running.
As we started out, we were in the shade and a breeze blew. That boded well. However, I felt very tired. Maybe a walk around the block would be enough exercise after a ten hour work day spent mostly on my feet. It was warmer in the direct sunlight. I pictured myself thunking along (thunking is my new favorite word to describe my runs) and pondered how long even a 15-minute run would feel. I could happily run Wednesday afternoon or Thursday morning. By the time I got back home, I thought I would let myself off the hook today.
Only I didn’t. I needed to do some laundry for our upcoming weekend away (have I mentioned that? Well, Steven, Spunky and I are going away for the weekend), so I thought it would be perfect to put the laundry in the washer, do a 20-minute run with a 10-minute cool-down walk, then put the laundry in the drier before taking my shower. Or maybe a 15-minute run and I could stretch for an extra long time if I had to wait for the washer to finish.
And look at me, closing in on 500 words and I haven’t even started to talk about the run yet. Did I mention I was tired? Well I am, and one reason is that I went for a 23-minute run plus 10-minute cool-down walk, AND I did TWO loads of laundry, one of which is in the drier as I type. I am rewarding myself with a small glass of Sauvignon Blanc. And I just remembered something else: today is Tired Tuesday. You see how well things work out sometimes.