There’s a lingering ouch in my left foot reminding me of today’s run. Don’t ask me. I have not a clue why. The wet hair is another story.
Faced with working through another lunch or heading out into VERY wet and blustery weather, I chose the latter. Really — it was a no brainer. If there was any hesitation it would be due to the fact that my scheduled run was for 8 miles (with 6 miles at tempo pace) and the afternoon 1-to-1 session with my boss. Not only did I want to go, I needed a hard run to work off the building stress. And so…
When my workout bag proved that I had failed to do a thorough inventory of my gear, I didn’t falter from my goal.
It didn’t matter that I was missing:
- two matching socks
- an extra pair of undies
- a jacket
- a hat
- gloves that didn’t have holes (compliments of Ronin)
With mismatched socks, two shirts, and my holy gloves I ventured out.