I had thought to do a Saturday Running Commentary. Actually, I had been going to do a Friday Running Commentary, but after my run and before I got to the blog, my dearest husband, Steven, came home and suggested we go to PK’s Pub for dinner. We’ll blame yesterday’s silliness on that.
This morning I decided not to run, because I had a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it. I actually did not plan on starting any of it before nine, when I would drop Steven off at work, but I thought I could have coffee with him and plan my course of action. Full disclosure: I did not exactly do that, but I did drink some Gator Ade and cure my headache (YES, I had another Saturday headache! It’s almost enough to make a girl prefer Mondays!) (but not quite).
One thing I had been going to do was Coffee and Conversation with a Cop, which I thought was the last Saturday of the month. However, when I drove by the church that hosts the program, the sign was not out front. Rats. Well, I thought, this will give me time to run. It wouldn’t have to be a long run. Maybe even a run with no hills. But definitely a shorter run, I reasoned, mentally calculating how much I had to get done.
As you may have guessed, it was not a short run. It was an hour and a half. Then a ten-minute cool-down walk. Then stretching, then a shower… and I definitely had to eat something. I probably should have drunk some more Gator Ade, but one doesn’t have time for everything. I did drink a big glass of milk. Lots of protein in milk.
Obviously I had no time to get to the computer and type. It is really too bad, because both runs were significant. I felt pretty bad ass both days, and I would like to write a post detailing my triumphs. By now, however, I have meandered all over the keyboard writing nonsense. Not even very amusing nonsense at that.
Sorry, kids, but I guess we’ll have to call it Wrist to Forehead Saturday or Wuss-out Saturday or Lame Again Saturday… can’t think of anything alliterative, can I? I’ve got it: a Sad Saturday Post. To clarify, I don’t particularly FEEL sad, but I feel that this is a sad post. I’ll see what I can come up with for tomorrow.
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