My running isn’t quite what it should be. It isn’t for a lack of coaching. It’s all my doing, or NOT doing rather.
Somehow, tonight, I managed to get up and get going at around 7 pm. I grabbed my reflective vest, my not-so-effective head light, and my not-so-young-and-energetic dog. Out we went into the dark of the night.
Lucky, bless his heart, did his best to hang with me for the first mile. After that, he took up the rear of our sidewalk caravan. I tried to stay cheery as I coaxed him to keep moving back to the house. Then, I returned to the streets near our home for the final 1.3 miles of a 3 mile run.
By this time in the week, I *should have* completed my speed workout, but I haven’t. It’s not likely that I will get to a track during tomorrow’s lunch either. I’ve located one that is 1.5 miles from the office but I’m not sure that the local high school wants the community on their track during the school hours.
My problem has been that instead of running a different workout at lunch, I don’t run at all. I keep working and convince myself that I’ll leave early and do it after work. But that never seems to happen.
So…my plan for tomorrow is to run during lunch. Either I will do my speed workout or not – but I plan to run because it is no fun to run in the dark of night.