This will be a Tired Tuesday Post, because, well, I am. I went for a run earlier, thinking to do a Running Commentary Post. Perhaps I could manage a Tired Running Commentary.
I spent part of my drive home from work rationalizing why I did not need to go running today. The other part was spent deciding that I did not need a rationalization; I could just decide not to run. Then I got home, put on running clothes, and got going. I put in a load of laundry before I went, which regular readers know is my favorite multi-task.
It was cold. Not too cold, really. My face and my fingers suffered. I could pull my fingers into the big part of my gloves and make fists, but there was no help for my face (cue unkind remarks like, “Ain’t that the truth!”). No matter. All I had to do was keep going.
And “keep going” was pretty much all I did manage to do. I did not run fast, I did not go up any hills, and I did not keep going for very long. Still, I thought 20 minutes and a mile and a half was good enough.
This is hardly up to my usual Running Commentary standards. No description of anything I saw, no anecdotes about people I spoke to or dogs I petted, no amusing (to me at least) inner dialogue. I apologize for that.
The point is, I ran, I made a blog post, and I did a load of laundry (I did manage to put it in the drier after the run) (fold it? Good God, what miracles do you want from me?). I must celebrate what small victories I can.