Yesterday, a seven-mile run was scheduled - my longest distance to date. I had planned on getting up early since it was also our seventh wedding anniversary and the boys were going to my parents. Ian and I were going to enjoy a day on our own and anniversaries are not a day to be selfish with running in the middle of the day.
there is almost always a but. I did not get up early. Well, I was up at
6:30, took out the dogs, but then sat down and got caught up reading a
bunch of blogs and researching Subarus (my Honda revealed some secrets
this past week, so we are looking for a new car - another story). By the
time I realized, it was 7:30 and there was no way I'd get in an hour of
running now. That's okay, I'm pretty sure I speed-walked at least seven miles at work the night before. It was crazy-town in Freeport. And I could run on Monday morning.
to an hour ago - I get up, it's 6:30. 5:30 was not going to happen. I'm
sure all you over-30 types know what that third beer can do to you the
next morning. Anyway, I grab my clothes I laid out last night and head
downstairs to get dressed. Just as I start to pull on my calf sleeves, I
hear it. Is that rain? No problem, I don't mind running in the rain. Rumble...rumble... Thunder. I'm not running in a thunderstorm. I check the radar, yup heading right this way. And now it's just gone past, but it's now 7:30. Aye ya!
I promise to run tomorrow. Seriously, I do. I will. If it's not thunderstorming.