I thought that would make a good headline. I guess what we’re blaming on the Boilermaker is all the running posts I’ve made lately, because I’m making another one today.
I often crash and burn after the Boilermaker. In fact, that is how I mark it on my calendar: Sunday: Boilermaker; Monday: Crash; Tuesday: Burn. What I do not write is Wednesday: start running again, but that is what I did.
All day at work I reminded myself that I was going to run. And all day I wished I had run Monday or Tuesday (when I was crashing and burning), so I would have an excuse not to run. But isn’t that always the way it is? I reminded myself that I do not like to take three days off. I was going to run.
It’s been stinking hot for two days, but today was nice. Gloomy and almost cold this morning (which is the way I like it). Sunny this afternoon. It was quite warm in my vehicle driving home from work, but I did not despair of a moderately comfortable run.
Predictably, it was not comfortable. For that, perhaps I can blame the Boilermaker (another good reason for the headline!). I ran slowly. My legs expressed indignation at having to run. What, did they think 15 Ks and they were done? Nonsense!
The sun was bright enough to be hot. A breeze only occasionally blew. I greatly enjoyed what shade I could find. I had promised myself a short, easy run. I shuffled along, hoping I could make it for 20 minutes.
It really was not too bad. I shuffled along, not worrying too much about speed (do I ever?). I actually did manage to speed up then sprint it out at the end, so bonus. I did 22 minutes. 22 has always been my favorite number. Walking around the block for my cool-down felt really good.
I was glad I had at least gotten back out there. I’ll have to get out for some real runs soon, though. After all, the DARE 5K is only a month away. Maybe I can write some better blog posts about them.
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