Guess I spoke too soon on cancelling yesterday’s lunchtime run.
D: We running today?
Me (after getting up to check outside… hesitating… checking again… checking online…): Yeah, let’s just do this.
Clearly, after being out late on a school night and just tired in general, I was anything less than motivated. And the fact that we had gone on Monday just made it that much easier to want to cancel (“we’ve already ran once this week! That’s better than what we were doing a few weeks ago over lunch!”).
Once we met up, we were still pretty slow to get excited about anything.
Me: I’m really tired. Mind if we keep it relaxed today?
Our usual trail path was pretty flooded. It took all of 15 seconds to turn around and alter our route into new territory.
Turns out I like the new path better. It’s wider. Smoother. Less tree limbs to dodge. And just makes me happier. Yes, yesterday it was mentioned that I’m warming up to trail running. But I’ll still prefer my roads. Or something similar.
That slower-paced run we agreed to? Easily the fastest run we’ve done yet. It started out the same, but we stopped talking less than half-way through as to save our breath. Even with the humidity, I felt so much more comfortable with my stride on the smoother surfaces.
Had I not feared becoming a gross mess and not been so constricted with a time limit, I would have suggested another 10 minutes onto the 25 that we did.
Thankfully, I didn’t. Because by the time I was back at my desk with my lunch, it was pouring again. Close call! But we got our lunch time run in this week! Twice!
I’m really glad about that. Because the boxes of stuff I’ve been moving/unpacking as my “weights” routine are slowly dwindling. And I’m yet to really figure out how my new workout schedule will go.
The new roomie has been warned about my fondness of Jillian Michaels workout dvds. I’m not sure if she realizes that I’m serious. However, she will be walking in on me doing them very soon and will realize it’s not a joke.
The look on her face leads to me believe she’s envisioning Jane Fonda and leg warmers. Maybe a thighmaster or something.
But that won’t happen tonight. I’ve got another “situation” to see the dentist about.
Seriously guys… if you’re gonna get more than one cavity (oops), keep them to one side. Otherwise they’ll make you come in twice. And give you judging looks for getting a cavity at all- twice. And numb your face twice. Which makes you feel silly and more awkward than normal… twice.
At least this means I get ice cream… twice! Take THAT, Mr. Dentist!
I’ll just be a little more cautious about chewing on my cheek this time. Only have to learn that lesson ONCE.