I didn’t go out to the trails to run in the rainy pre-dawn darkness this morning. I just couldn’t find the juice. Instead, I hit the gym.
I’ve rebuilt my workout program into three separate days, and as I can’t really stand to read details of other people’s workouts, I’ll skip them (unless one inquires, and then I might email the details or something).
But suffice to say that I kicked my own ass a while, and then ran a 5K on the treadmill for giggles. I was really pumped up by the workout, and thrilled that my muscles are behaving and growing into plump little monkeys. I wasn’t happy to use a treadmill, but I was just not anxious to run around in the rain.
I’m short on miles by a ton this week. I’m going to try and fix that, but it seems harder and harder to fit them all in. Maybe I can just go back to spreading them over more days. Whatever. Sounds boring, talking about this today.
I had heinous dreams about spending time with my grandmother during the last week of her life, intimate details of some undiscovered shame or guilt about my conduct. They really colored my rainy shit-ass commute-miserable work-challenged day.
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