It is either another Tired Tuesday Post or a Running Commentary Post. Actually, I guess it is both. I was too tired to run, ran anyways, and now I am REALLY tired.
At first I did not think I would run at all. I came home prepared to run but got a bill in the mail I should not have gotten. Grrr! Two phone calls with a fruitless drive to a store that was “closed till further notice” in between, I think it has been dealt with. I only mention it because I thought I would not be able to run after dealing with that crap.
However, I realized that I not only could, I should. For one reason, I had to do laundry, and my favorite (almost my only) multi-task is to run while the washer washes. For another, physical exercise is a good cure for frustration. I get changed, I got the laundry in, I got going.
And quickly realized I would go very slowly. It was 82 degrees according to the sign in front of Trinity Lutheran Church. Too warm for me! But of course once I get started, I persevere, at least for a little while.
After my long run yesterday, I knew a shorter run today would be acceptable, but how short? One mile? Fifteen minutes? Maybe a little further. As I did yesterday, I convinced myself by degrees to go just a little further. I went just over a mile and a half in 21 minutes.
I reflected that this would not have been acceptable when I was in the army. Then I reflected that I am not in the army and am in fact much older than I was when I was in the army. Then I stopped reflecting and decided to feel content with today’s accomplishment.
By the way, the laundry is done, and I also did the dishes. Is the laundry folded, you ask? Good heavens, what kind of a maniac do you think I am?