This morning I was cold for some strange reason. I had had creepy dreams again--particularly disturbing--but had awakened from them, and upon quoting Psalm 91:1 to myself over and again, I was able to fall back into a sort of sleep where I just had weird dreams. In any case, my thoughts toward running this morning went to being, "hmm... I think I'll try after work."
So before work I went to the chiropractor... which was REALLY helpful. Seriously. I don't know what I would do without my chiropractor. (I see Dr. Chadd Burckhardt the majority of the time.)
Off to work I went, wondering if it was such a good idea after all to wait until after work when it started raining. Oh well. Too late now!
When I get home, I enlisted my mother's help--specifically to help me put some bandages on the scabbing areas of my back and collar bone from the hydration pack on Saturday. Why? Because I needed to get used to the thing.
As the sky was already darkening, and for some reason company just sounded really wonderful, Quinn (the dog) came with me. That can sometimes be... a particularly challenging thing... But he was looking at me with those pleading eyes... ha... And I wanted him with me.
So, I attach the pack, tie my shoes, put the leash on the dog, and off I went... with the light fading on the gray, rainy day. The light along the horizon was something close to hot pink or red or orange... Little glimpses of the sun as it faded. Quite lovely. And I was thinking that it really did have it's pleasantness to run in the evening. For all my complaining about how the mornings are better to run in, this evening proved me wrong. It was WONDERFUL. Perfectly cool-esk. Rain still in the air, but not raining anymore... Lovely.
It did get dark really pretty quickly, and as the terrain I chose was a bit "rugged," and sometimes sticky from the rain, I tried to run lightly with higher steps. The nice thing I've always thought, though, about running when it's darker, is that when you come to a hill--even a significant hill--it just doesn't seem so bad. Why? Because I can't see it. Ha.
I did have a little more trouble with the ground and the connection between my feet on the way back, but I never did actually fall. Didn't even so much as almost twist anything.
And I came back, checked my time, and I had managed to complete 4.23 miles in 41 minutes, and I wasn't too worn out.
THAT made me quite happy. It's not amazing yet, but I had the dog with me, and I was carrying a pack. I doubt it was quite the ten pounds it was on Saturday (that's what happens when you drink some of the water), but it was still hefty.
I felt pretty good, and still I knew I REALLY could do better... It's actually a really good feeling.
Hmmm... eight miles tomorrow. Let's see how I'll do it...
So, it was shower first, and then food. Two scrambled eggs and some carrot juice with a little beet. Really quite fantastic. And as it is getting late and I'm tired and must be off to bed, I'll take my tea and brush my teeth, and bid you all a fabulous good night.
And try running when you can't see your feet very well. It's fun!
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