Slow start to the week. This is the third Monday to run the afternoon instead of the morning shift. I've felt the last few weeks that I need extra energy on Monday mornings to attack my week. Besides, those afternoon runs are sumptuous. No fast running because I'm tired, and it's all golden sunlight, floating cotton, and rushing river. I had houseguests from California the past 4 days who asked me the last day they were here, when I ran. I told them I ran every morning before they woke up. In fact, on three of those days, I'd run more than 10 miles before they woke up. For the amount of energy I use to run and then write about it here in this blog, I'm really proud to say that people around me hardley even know I do it. I don't know why this pleases me so much. It's like having having a really important secret that never needs to be divulged and can't be wrecked by the personal agendas or judgement of others. I know running is probably boring to anyone who doesn't do it, so I REVEL in the fact that I have a place to record it, obess about it, love it to its fullest extent, and try to get better at it--without ever having to talk about it to anyone who doesn't care. I feel like I've just made some kind of freudian admission....but anyone who blogs here, must understand a little, right?
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