I had a long run scheduled today with Val. At this point, my long runs are two miles longer than hers so my preferred method is to get to the Bog early and run them first so that we can finish together. I am less in need of a partner at the beginning than at the end of a run, natch. (I had 7 on the menu for today).
But. Insert cliché about making plans here. Bubs had an accident last night. He peed. He actually woke himself up before any part of his bed got wet, but it still required some minor clean-up and much back-to-bed coaxing. He woke me up at 2:30 and it took over an hour to get him back to sleep. The little goober is taking a poorly timed nap in my bed at the moment.
The panic mode icing on the lack of sleep cake was that my alarm didn’t go off. The goal was to get up at 5, walk and feed my parents’ dogs & be at the Bog at 7 to run my two miles really slowly/mentally wake up/maybe even eat something.
Hubs woke me up at 7 in that too-urgent voice insisting that I was going to be late if I didn’t get out of bed. Right. This. Instant. As exciting as an adrenaline rush is, this is actually not my preferred method for starting my day. Or doing anything, actually.
So I made a mad dash to the store for some shot bloks, since there was no time for any real breakfast before the run and let Valerie know I was going to be late. We ran, we talked. Good times. The Bog is smelling really… boggy lately.
I feel the beginnings of a blister on my baby toe. I am not prone to blisters and (surprisingly) don’t really like how this feels.
I’m all sorts of off today: I actually took a nap. And I am debating if I want to eat dinner or go to bed.
All my self-pity aside, it was a nice run on a beautiful day with great company.