I thought I should run yesterday in the low humidity, but I felt SO TIRED after work, I thought running Monday in the low humidity would be as onerous as running Tuesday in the high humidity. The weather report this morning told me the dew point was at “humid” today and would be at “oppressive” tomorrow. I told everybody at work to enjoy today, tomorrow will be worse. You see how optimistic I can be.
Be that as it may, I felt after work today that I had to do SOMETHING. I felt tired and coated with sweat. I felt down. I felt sad. I knew sitting on the couch and vegging out in front of Facebook was not the way to go. I did not want to, but I decided to run. It might not be a good run. It might not be a long run. But I would run.
What can I say? It was not a good run. It was not a long run. I waited in vain for the endorphins to kick in. Well, you’ll have these runs, especially in the middle of summer (please do NOT take out your calendar and show me precisely where the middle of summer is, I KNOW it is probably not today, stop being so didactic) (you know who you are). I made up my mind I would continue for at least 20 minutes and I made it for 24. I walked my full 10 minute cool-down. We’ll see if it makes me feel better tomorrow.
In the meantime, it is not much of a blog post, is it? I narrated in my head and tried to notice things as I ran. I appreciated the grey skies, although I neither expected nor got rain. The only noteworthy thing I remember was an Amish buggy on Caroline Street. I said, “A horsey! Hi, horsey!” The horse nodded his head at me (or perhaps I read into it).
The saddest thing is, I keep thinking, “Well, it is Wuss-out Wednesday,” and have to keep telling myself, “It’s TUESDAY, dammit! TUESDAY!” I will get over my disappointment, of course. Probably tomorrow, when it is Wednesday. Unless I think it is Thursday. Damn.