It sounded like such a good idea yesterday: head out for 7-8 miles, with the first half with Riley, on Sunday morning.
But I don’t know what it is about Sunday mornings: it’s so hard for me to get motivated. And that doesn’t really make a lot of sense, because normally I sleep in and hit the roads after the church rush is off the streets. Still, I seem to search for reasons to take a day off.
So I ate some pumpkin bread, thought about running, drank some coffee, thought some more about running, considered skipping a workout to start on yardwork, and then poured another cup of java.
By then it was shortly after 9 a.m., and I couldn’t escape the idea any longer. Throwing on a pair of tights, a fleece jacket and gloves, I headed out the door with Riley. And it’s the best decision I’ve made in a couple weeks.
In short, it was a perfect fall running day: cool, gray and just a little bit of mist in the air. We ran over to a spot near the airport, and then I just stood there. Here I was, in the middle of the city, and it was so quiet. My thoughts turned to ways I could extend the run, although I’ve come to learn Riley’s limits. We did a few short loops and headed home, a perfect 4-mile run before turning my attention to those leaves in the backyard.
For those who ran last Saturday’s Filthy 5K in Moorhead, click on the link below for race results.
