There can be times it’s better just to get up and at it without giving it too much thought.
That was the case today. I saw a message from B at around 9:30am asking me if I wanted to go for a run. I was back in bed at that point after having got up at 6am to feed the cat, so I replied, “yeah, sure”, thinking we’d go out in the evening as usual.
Back came the response, “see you at 10”. Still in a comatose state I saw the word ten and momentarily dozed back over. Then, with a jump, “TEN!!!!!”
Oh bugger! Cue a super quick wake up process. Dousing my face with water, getting dressed and a quick drink I was good to go. I didn’t really feel like it, but I figured that just going for it and not giving it any thought would mean my body would be warmed up and active before my brain had a chance to catch up and object.
I did warn B that I’d be most likely talking gibberish to begin with, a fact she duly confirmed when I was describing our proposed route and then changing my mind with every other sentence. In the end she had no idea where we were supposed to be going and, truth be told, neither did I.
It was a case of just winging it and seeing whereabouts we ended up.
Starting off with a quick lap of the local playing fields, we then headed into a nearby trail and despite both us living in the area for over 20 years at different times we ended up getting slightly lost! But it was lovely to get off the beaten track for a little bit and away from the normal (and by now very boring) old routes.
After that I decided to ‘treat’ us to a hill, a nice steady climb all the way up to the Doctor’s Road which, significantly, took me outside the town boundary for the first time since lockdown.
Granted it was only about 500m outside town but I didn’t turn into a pumpkin or a pile of dust or whatever! After that it was a pleasant downhill and back along the dual carriageway for home … and the by now traditional ice lolly!
It was a blistering hot day so it wasn’t the most energetic run ever but that’s ok. I felt quite comfortable within myself, had lots in reserve if I’d needed it and it was a marked improvement on the crappy run yesterday (Sunday) which was a non-starter, so much so that I didn’t even blog about it (for the record: 4km when I’d hoped to do 12).
Running with a friend and having a good old chat is much more important, especially in these times.
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