Too Hot
It was too hot today to run. I said that to myself around 1pm, when Michael left to take care of some yard work at the old house.
I said it again around 3pm, as, feeling a little too lethargic, I picked up my shoes. "I'm just going to take Clyde for a walk."
When I couldn't find my regular shorts but my running shorts happened to be right on top of the clean laundry, I put those on, instead.
And yes, it was too hot to run. It sucked. But once I was on the path, it wasn't such a big deal to run a lap. I was there anyway.
I think this is probably something I should take to heart in terms of my writing woes from yesterday. If I put myself on the path in my running gear, then there's not really any excuse for not running a little, even if I go even slower than normal and walk most of it. There's probably a lesson there. Deep, huh?
This butterfly let me get up close while I was pausing to let Clyde poop:
I said it again around 3pm, as, feeling a little too lethargic, I picked up my shoes. "I'm just going to take Clyde for a walk."
When I couldn't find my regular shorts but my running shorts happened to be right on top of the clean laundry, I put those on, instead.
And yes, it was too hot to run. It sucked. But once I was on the path, it wasn't such a big deal to run a lap. I was there anyway.
I think this is probably something I should take to heart in terms of my writing woes from yesterday. If I put myself on the path in my running gear, then there's not really any excuse for not running a little, even if I go even slower than normal and walk most of it. There's probably a lesson there. Deep, huh?
This butterfly let me get up close while I was pausing to let Clyde poop: