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.
It’s a good thing that I am motivated to run because there sure were a lot of obstacles today. I kept reminding myself that persistence pays off.
Out on the bike path, I discovered that my legs had not quite woken up. During the first mile, my right foot kept grazing the pavement nearly tripping me every other step. But I trudged onward.
I greeted everyone along the way. There were a LOT of people out due to the organized fitness groups. Unfortunately, the organizations must have missed informing their participants that saying “hello” back is a nice thing to do. *whatever*
After 6 miles of paved trail, I rewarded myself with some trail running. I welcomed the hills and the shade that accompanied it. I welcomed the friendlier crowd and even saw an old friend.
When I returned to the paved path, the unfriendly folks, I was content. I said “Morning” and just counted down the miles to the end of the run. In a flash, I was done.
My personal tag line is ‘perseverance furthers’ from the I Ching. It’s true!
I haven not noted any inappropriate comments.
I hope you all bailed out of work very, very early the day you got those letter. Stick it to The Man, baby!! :-) And then stick a Mojito in it – yes!
ps – those TNT types can’t say hello because they are dying out there – most of them are newbies. Just yell “Go Team!” and they will respond. They ARE trained to do that.
Keep in mind the difference between non-exercisers and exercisers are always one of these obstacles. Great job. Keep running.
I’ve had pre-run days like that where everything is telling you to turn away but I’m glad you didn’t. Sorry about the rudeness from those newbies. I’ve experienced it too.
Now that I know you have a sister in Davis, I’ll have to let you know the next weekend I’m up there and maybe we can run together.
It’s always amazing how unfriendly people can be. I try to say hello or nod if I can’t talk to everyone. Hello! We’re on this planet together isn’t it nice!?
I hate when people don’t say hi to me especially because I KNOW they heard me and they are just being stinky. Good job sticking with you run, Juls.
What is it with not saying replying to a passing runner? We’re all out there doing something in common. Some of those same unfriendlies live around me too.
I try to grunt even if I can’t speak a hello. LOL Even a little head nod is nice.
I hate those obstacles! Keys are the worse, and I try so hard to put them in the same place. Good for you for persevering–it’s good marathon training. ;-)
Do you like your Camelbak? I started wearing a hydration pack that I bought at Costco. It holds 2 liters and I wear it on long runs, It’s nice to have all that fluid, but it gets heavy. I’m thinking about buying a belt that holds two 20oz bottles, but I’ll have to stop to refill them.
lord, i have mornings like that. like every morning. like this morning. Where WERE my damn keys?!?! they were right where they should be: in the locked door. OUTSIDE.
sigh.
I think the TNT’ers often don’t feel like they are “real” runners, and I bet they are very self-conscious about running, so they stick to their little groups. That’s my story anyway.