All week long I’ve been meaning to run a new route after work – a 7.4 miler! I’ve been excited about it, looking forward to it, even! It’ll be the longest after-work run I’ve ever attempted! But… Monday night I was caught at my desk until after 5pm. This prevented the run because I don’t exactly know how long it will take me to run it, but I know that I usually have about a 13.5 minutes/mile pace. (hey – I never said I run fast). This means I know I need to budget more than an hour and a half to make this run. Since I wasn’t changed into my running clothes until 5:40 on Monday evening, I couldn’t do it. Because the gym at work closes at 7pm. If you are out running around at 7pm and don’t make it back in time, your stuff stays locked inside. Tough luck.
So Monday I did my 6.2 mile route.
Tuesday and Wednesday it was raining, no joy.
Tonight I just knew was going to be my night. I had the time blocked out in my work calendar so nobody could schedule a last minute meeting to derail me. I had all my gear, I even had a running partner – my wonderful husband who often rides his bike while I run, pedaling along beside me as a sort of guard dog/water bearer/crossing guard and all around great conversationalist. Except tonight we somehow completely got our wires crossed about where and when to meet, and by the time we finally met up it was too late to start on my highly-anticipated 7.4 mile run, lest I risk getting my purse with car keys, phone, wallet, etc. locked up in the gym.
So instead of a 7.4 mile run I only got a puny, lame 4.7 mile run tonight. It may have been the worst run of my entire life. I was so disappointed about the run I didn’t get to do that it completely demolished any joy I might have felt in the one I was doing. I’m sure there’s a life lesson to be learned somewhere in there.
Nevertheless, I’m going to try again tomorrow. Dammit.