|This is EXACTLY how my run looked this morning.|
First of all, when I set my alarm for 6:45 this morning (a thoroughly respectable hour to get up and get ready for a long run), I didn't realize that I had accidentally turned my clock ahead an hour. When the alarm sounded, I couldn't understand why it was so DARK. Dumbass. By the time I figured out that it was only 5:45, it was too late to figure out how to get more sleep without missing my wakeup time.
I hate waking up in the dark.
I ran a few miles with Stacie this morning, and I smugly told her that Weather Channel said it wouldn't rain until 10:45. I was wrong. I hate being wrong. Stacie bugged out with the first few drops, and I was left trying to stop my stupid Garmin from going berserk in the rain.
Normally, I like to run by myself. I like listening to my music and pacing myself. Today, however, I ran the Munroe Falls loop AGAIN. It's 1.25 miles, and after about the fourth loop, it's incredibly BORING. I hate boring.
There was a sweet, old couple walking their dog who hailed me as I passed. "You're at about five miles, aren't you? We've been counting your loops." That would have made me feel less lonely if I hadn't already been at seven miles with no other companionship in sight.
At 9:30 the Turtles started showing up, and I switched to parking lot runs. Then I gave up and sat in my car shivering, eating a banana, and listening to the Garmin beep. After a while, I shook myself out of it and joined the group. I tried to get out of running (it was a timed- practice 5k), but I could tell that the only way I could contribute to the group was by starting the race. I managed one loop of the race, and then I just gave up and shivered and bitched until everyone finished.
The good news is that I put in at least eleven miles; I'm not EXACTLY sure how many I did because the Garmin wouldn't work correctly.
The bad news is that there was very little runner's high today. I was mostly irritated the whole day.
I hate being irritated.
I'll end on a good note: Because I did at least eleven miles, I'm sure I avoided killing my husband or one or both of my kids. That is a good thing. Plus, there is always booze.