You how there are times when you just can’t get motivated to do anything. Well today was *not* that sort of day for me. It was a day of getting “caught up” in things…going overboard…being an overachiever.
I got to work a little later than usual. Having not eaten more than a piece of toast with peanut butter on it, a cheese stick, and my usual non-fat latte by 10 a.m., I was kind of hungry. It was too late to get oatmeal in the cafeteria and yet too early to get lunch. So I busied myself with work. I got busy responding to emails, returning the calls, completing forms, faxing queries, and finally preparing all of the correspondence for the central files. I was on a roll.
One thing led to another and before I knew it I was cleaning some of my personal items out of cabinets and drawers and putting the things into a carboard box. I swear that I didn’t plan this, it just happened. Now my office is two boxes cleaner and the framed photos are arranged slightly differently. Naturally, I had worked up an appetite by noon, and what better meal to eat than an omelete. I ate at my desk and continued to plow through my work. By 3 p.m. I was ready to go for a run.
So, I carried my boxes down to my van, went back into the office to change into my running clothes, and drove away towards my favorite open space preserve. On the trail, I found the familiar sound of crunching dirt meditative. Crunch – crunch – crunch. The wind in my face brought me to life, and the sun on my back gave me an inner calmness. I was happy. I found my way to my favorite hill. Up – up – up the hill I went in record time; crunch – crunch – crunch. By the time I hit the top of the longest and steepest part of the trail I’d run 3.7 miles in 34 minutes.
The hill had felt hard. I mean, I was breathing hard. I had resisted the urge to look at the time on my GPS until I hit this point. I had decided that I would turn around if I hadn’t hit the sign in less than the usual 36 minutes. Yes, I was surprised a my time. I decided to go just a bit further (some how miss-calculating the distance). By the time I figured out the error in the distance it was too late. So instead of running 8 miles, I ran 9.5 miles. And I feel good.
susie says
hehe, I usually clean *anything* that way–not intending to! Hey, great news about the longer run.