On Saturday morning, my want to run was put to the test. Rain fell and lightning lit up the sky as I was searching for a little motivation and the bladder to my camelbak. My dog left me a gift by the back door and my girlfriend sent a text message to let me know that she was skipping the morning run because she needed a bit more shuteye. I was feeling the same need.
Certain that if I didn’t make my run happen in the morning it would not happen at all, I left the house and ran towards the local park. My departure came nearly an hour after I’d intended leaving me with less than enough time to do my scheduled miles. It wasn’t the first time, or the last, where I’d have to be creative in getting it done.
The air was cool and running was easier than usual. My knee gave no sign of discomfort. Without physical limitations, I was left wishing that I didn’t have time limitations.
I ran on road for about 2.5 miles before I was rewarded with a nice gravel trail which leads to the local park. The crunch-crunch lulled me into a nice groove. By the time I hit 3 miles, I couldn’t turn back — although I’d intended to run about an hour.
I stopped briefly to call YaYa. He was doing well and in good spirits. I ran on a couple more miles before heading back.
At home, I changed into some dry running clothes, shoved a handful of ham into my mouth, refilled my fluids, and hit the road with YaYa.
I finished off the balance of my scheduled miles and hit the stands in the first quarter of the football game.
YaYa, who volunteered to be the water-boy looked awfully cute out there. He seemed to enjoy being with the team again. Still, I think he was happy to be able to skip the half-time lecture which occurred after a couple of errors on our team’s part. Although they lost the game, they fought hard in the 2nd half and walked off the field holding their heads high (somewhat).