It was a little tough getting out of the house for tomorrow’s long run. It seems that I am always needed to flex my weekend runs around this thing called “life.” Oh well. I should be happy that I have one (a “life” I mean).
The alarm went off and I glanced over at the window. It was still dark out. I figured I’d enjoy the comfort of my bed for a minute or two, or MORE. I got up, dressed, and made my way down the stairs – being careful not to open my eyes too much, less I awake or something like that. After coffee and oatmeal, I filled my Camelbak with the Cytomax that I mixed last night. Next, I reached into my bag for my wallet and keys.
My keys were missing. I began searching but to no avail. Finally, I decided that I’d just run from my house. I turned Garminia on with a button push. Her battery was low. *sigh* I rummaged through my dresser for Old-School without luck. I went to the garage to locate Tom’s watch. I knew I’d stashed it some place after YaYa decided that he didn’t need to wear it anymore.
Finally I was ready (again). As I returned to the kitchen for my Camelbak, I saw a glimmer of silver hanging from the outside of my purse. My keys were found. A road detour, and full parking lot later (due to the new batch of Team ‘n Training participants), I was off and running.