Okay, I *did* get lost. My map dissolved. Yes, I know. Laminate. But at the time, it didn’t happen. Big post tomorrow, but for now:
11 miles all told, 10 in the woods and the other on the streets. I have a lot to make you laugh about tomorrow.
A recent post by Karen and my own recent post about people inspiring each other has turned my thinking inward. This often happens. I blame that damned introspection gene. The sooner there’s a cure, the better.
I’ve got to get out the notebook and figure out what the next set of goals surround. I have to redefine my guiding principles. I need to look at my personal creed and build it back up. This is the tool I’ve used for well over a year now, and it works well.
This morning, I didn’t get out of bed and go running.
Instead, I waited for Kat, and got HER out of bed, and got the kid in the black stroller, and WE went out running. (Well, not the kid. She just said, “whoa! bumpy!” a lot.)
This morning, it took 1 hour and 40 minutes to get out of the house. I just couldn’t find my inspiration. I couldn’t get out of bed, and when I did, I just kept feeling like, “What’s the point?” I eventually locked myself in the bathroom with The Quotable Runner and read the first few sections of quotes. After a while, it seemed like an okay idea to go out and run. So fine. I grabbed a pair of socks, slipped on my sandals, and went down to the car.
Whoops. I thought I’d left my gym bag in the car, but nooooo. So, I had no running shoes, just the socks. I said to myself, “Then, I’ll run the beach.”
Okay, I’m psyched about something nearly silly, but there are undertones of neato to it.
I wrote the guys at Trail Runner magazine and asked them for a sticker for my car, because hey, I’m really digging trail running and I wanted to show my affiliation for such things. They wrote back and said, sure thing, gimme your address.
I ran this morning at 5AM with Marty from a nearby trail running club. He took me out on the trail course for my November marathon. For one thing, we left too early, because it was DARK out there. We couldn’t *really* see the trail, but Marty knew it like the back of his hand, so I felt like I was in good hands. Phew.
We didn’t see any deer or anything remarkable. Unless a big well-groomed poodle is remarkable. He was really fuzzy and cute, and he shoved his chest against the backs of my legs while I was running off (which of course spooked me because I thought he’d run back to his owner). But that’s okay.
I woke to rain. Because I didn’t know where half my wet weather gear was in the new place, I decided to hit the gym instead. So, at 4:46, I pulled up at the nicer of the two Gold’s Gyms in my Alliance plan, and waited for the nice young lady to open the facility.
I ran 5 miles, sweating and feeling like quitting from somewhere around 1.7 miles. For whatever reason, running on the treadmill is a great exercise in testing my mental stamina. I feel like quitting the whole time. I look around at all the other things I can do, and I start thinking I should get off the ‘mill and go do some weightlifting. I start thinking I should leave and hit the pool early, that I’ll make up the miles in swimming.