BoBo is lying across the foot of the bed right now and driving me crazy. Hours ago, however, we were bonding as I drove him to, and later home from, Day 1 of Baseball Tryouts. *sigh* I was a nervous wreck (on the inside), and he was seeming to be calm. There were about 40+ kids trying out for 20 spots on the team.
The baseballs were flying from glove to glove when I tightened my laces and hit the road. I wasn’t feeling great, but I was refusing to say that I was “sick.” Among other issues, my stomach was in knots all day. I had no idea where to go on my run, but I thought that I would figure it out as I went.
Figuring it out as I went was basically what I was doing as I ran straight down a dead-end street. Within a few minutes, I made another wayward turn. I toured the neighborhood around the field before finding the main road. I was able to run for a couple of miles before the streets became too busy for comfortable, relaxed running.
I turned back towards the field knowing that, unless I doubled back through the neighborhoods, my run would be less than 4 miles. I had hoped for a 5 mile run, and wanted to cover 4 miles at a minimum. I ended up on the high school track for one mile.
I ran round and round, passing a couple of walkers, dodging kids playing on the track, and keeping an eye on the soccer game that was going on in the center field. It was good that I hadn’t had to run the whole time on the track. I felt like I was concentrating more on the surrondings than my running.
I returned to the van to stretch and watch the rest of tryouts. They finished up the fielding drills and began running sprints, doing sit-ups, and other drills. Even though I was pleased with my pace for today’s run, it suddenly didn’t even compare to the baseball workout.
I knew that BoBo would be tired, but I didn’t figure on me being too. I guess the reason why he is driving me so crazy might have more to do with me than him. Maybe I *am* sick. Now that I have run, I am sick AND tired.