As I was leaving work this afternoon, I said to my friend, “When I get home, should I go running or have a beer?”
“Go running,” she said.
I usually take the stairs down, but I got on the elevator with her to argue the point. “Or I could have a glass of wine,” I suggested.
“Go running,” she said.
“That sounds good,” a guy said.
“The run or the beer?” I said.
“The glass of wine,” he said.
“I’m going to take his advice,” I told my friend. “He is obviously much better at giving advice than you are.”
When I got home, I put on my running clothes and went running. I thought that after I ran a beer or a glass of wine would be a fitting reward. I thought of the headline as I was running. In fact, I have been whining all day. Don’t judge.
It was not a long run but it was also not a bad run. The temperature was warm with a pleasant breeze, perfect for my pace. A few drops of rain fell while I was out there, but I did not let it deter me. The sun came back out as I walked my cool-down. I can’t say my body particularly enjoyed the run, but as usual I was glad I had gone.
As you can see, I am not writing a full-blown Running Commentary post. The fact is, I’m still not feeling 100 percent, and I have one more chore to take care of before I’m done for the day. Hope to see you all on Lame Post Friday.
I still haven’t gotten my glass of wine yet.
Mohawk Valley Girl 