He shook his head. "The third hole's the hardest," he said.
Went for another run today. Surprisingly so, given that my legs have the delicious workout soreness from either yesterday's run or Sunday's ultimate. Today I decided to run a shorter distance, but run it harder. I have no idea what prompted this thought, though traffic, and not being able to cross the street easily because of it, may have had something to do with it.
Once again, on this run, I lamented that I didn't have a camera, nor the time to stop and take pictures of all the flowers that I ran by. I did manage to glare at the man standing at the end of his driveway smoking into the space I needed to run through. I also ran up a yard, onto someone's front porch and around the trailer in his driveway in order to get around the truck attached to the trailer that was parked across the sidewalk.
I think he expected people to walk in the street to walk around his truck. If you're going to park in my right-of-way, you can be damn sure I'm going to walk in your yard.
Sorry about the flower patch I may or may not have danced through on my way out of your yard.
Yeah, I'm not really sorry.
Though I was lamenting the lack of camera, it was my watch I was really missing. I misplaced it a couple days ago, and have been using the non-really synchronized clocks throughout the house and on my computer to remind me to go where I need to go and call who I need to call when I need to call him.
Doesn't work so much when I'm on a run.
This may actually be beneficial.
I ran today noticing how my body felt, instead of running to a time. When I felt better, I ran harder. When I felt icky, I ran more slowly. Somehow that seemed to make the run better. My run was about 5 songs long, so it was anywhere from 15 minutes to 25 minutes long. Seems long enough for me, though today did seem harder than yesterday. I was thinking of subtitling the post, "Day three, just like pee."