The Anti-Running Runner

I had planned on doing a twelve miler tomorrow. I get off work early on Fridays, so it gives me time to finish before dark. While arranging my schedule, I decided to get the twelve done before the long weekend (my dedicated writing weekend, see writing blog ). So last night, I split up my twelve into a ten and a two. I changed after work (my usual routine), and ran the downtown St. Pete waterfront route that I love. Beforehand, I planned to do eight miles. Because it would be getting dark by the time I finished, I would leave and run four more around the park near my house. Something happened, an extremely rare occurrence for me. I felt so good that I decided to keep going and do ten miles. Thank you, Jesus, for those moments! It makes me feel like a real runner. As my last blog showed, more often I have to do LESS mileage than I plan, and walk when I don't plan on it. There were probably a hundred people running along the waterfront, which makes me h...

I'm trying to remember the last time I woke up early enough to run before work. A year ago, maybe more. There was a time when I got up three times a week at five am to run before work. Something happened. I just can't do it anymore. I get up to run races that start early of course, but if I run in the morning, it's on Saturday at seven am or later. The norm for me is to change after work and run downtown from the parking garage. If I go home intending to run, I may not want to get off the couch. Yesterday, I decided to wake up at 5:45 am so I could jog with Lance. He spent almost as many hours as hubby and I in the car during our trip to Georgia last weekend (visited sister and went to a wedding). He is such a good car riding dog, but he didn't get much exercise.  Lance and Ringo like to snuggle in the backseat  Hubby and I both had to work during the day yesterday. Even though our pet sitt...