Wednesday, January 23, 2008
This morning's swim was just plain lethargic. I kept thinking to myself, "Okay self, this repeat is going to be a big effort. Work it!" And then I'd continue to slug along. It was a long, slow, tired 2200 yards.
But I did it. It was done. I didn't cut it short by a single yard.
And after work I had a nice 50 min run planned. ahhh. I love running. I couldn't wait to suck in the cold, crisp air and listen to my new, cheese-a-rama playlist on the Nano.
After dismissing my last class I ran to the bathroom to change. I had to rush because I had a doctor's appt. in an hour, and this run needed to be squeezed between work and this appt. (I have no shame. I show up to all sorts of things sweaty and out of breath.)
I scrambled into my tights and shirt. I pulled on my jacket and stuffed my work clothes into my bag.
And then I realized it: My running shoes. Not here. Not in the bag. I had left my running shoes at home.
I changed back into my work clothes and trudged solmenly back into my classroom. I kept thinking, Is there any way around this? Could I find a pair of running shoes in the kids' lost and found? How impractical would it be to buy a new pair right now so I could head out before that appointment? Could I run in my big, clunky, black, street shoes? Should I cancel the appointment so I can rush home and get in the run before picking up the kids?
I folded my hand.
I was defeated.
Now I am going to have to find a way to do both a bike workout and this missed run tomorrow. Sigh.
Bike will be before work and the run after. I have already packed my bag for the run--and my spiffy shoes are right on top.