I start my run stiff legged and sore. Why do I feel sore from sitting for 15 hours? I wonder. I know that I'll loosen up on a mile or so, but right now I consider turning around. Of course, I won't. I almost never do. If I turn around now, something is definitely wrong with me.
So, I stumble down the unfamiliar road. It was dark when we got in last night. Dark enough that all of this is unfamiliar to me. I wonder, briefly, if I should have had a bit of coffee before starting this run. But, if I had coffee, I'd want some food and then I'd want to wait to do my run and then it might be too hot.
Being a Michigander, I haven't had a "too hot" day for a while. Sure, we have those random 70 degree days in February, but, even then, it's not too hot to run. Here, who knows. Plus, I hate wearing sun screen to run and the forecast calls for "plentiful sun" today.
About a mile in, I look down at my watch and see that it's frozen. That's weird. I actually have to power it off before it'll unfreeze. Right about now, my body remembers what we're doing and loosens up. I still feel tired from the drive (and lack of coffee), but at least I don't feel like I'm running with someone else's legs.
"Run, Forest!" some rando shouts from his balcony. I raise my arm and give him a thumbs-up. He probably doesn't know that my thumb is sarcastic. I mean, anyone who could discern sarcasm from a raised thumb probably could come up with something more original than a movie reference from two decades ago, right?
I hit what I'm estimating at four miles (no more issues after I re-started my watch) and turn around. The wind is at my back now. I don't know if I've ever run this far with non-stop crashing waves as the sound track. It's so peaceful.
It would definitely be more peaceful if there was a sidewalk or even a consistent shoulder. Most of these drivers are not interested in sharing the road. Maybe tomorrow I'll run on the beach like my youngest. It seemed pretty solid.
I decide to crank the last couple of miles. I hope the coffee is ready when I get done. Maybe even some pancakes.
So, I stumble down the unfamiliar road. It was dark when we got in last night. Dark enough that all of this is unfamiliar to me. I wonder, briefly, if I should have had a bit of coffee before starting this run. But, if I had coffee, I'd want some food and then I'd want to wait to do my run and then it might be too hot.
Being a Michigander, I haven't had a "too hot" day for a while. Sure, we have those random 70 degree days in February, but, even then, it's not too hot to run. Here, who knows. Plus, I hate wearing sun screen to run and the forecast calls for "plentiful sun" today.
About a mile in, I look down at my watch and see that it's frozen. That's weird. I actually have to power it off before it'll unfreeze. Right about now, my body remembers what we're doing and loosens up. I still feel tired from the drive (and lack of coffee), but at least I don't feel like I'm running with someone else's legs.
"Run, Forest!" some rando shouts from his balcony. I raise my arm and give him a thumbs-up. He probably doesn't know that my thumb is sarcastic. I mean, anyone who could discern sarcasm from a raised thumb probably could come up with something more original than a movie reference from two decades ago, right?
I hit what I'm estimating at four miles (no more issues after I re-started my watch) and turn around. The wind is at my back now. I don't know if I've ever run this far with non-stop crashing waves as the sound track. It's so peaceful.
It would definitely be more peaceful if there was a sidewalk or even a consistent shoulder. Most of these drivers are not interested in sharing the road. Maybe tomorrow I'll run on the beach like my youngest. It seemed pretty solid.
I decide to crank the last couple of miles. I hope the coffee is ready when I get done. Maybe even some pancakes.