So I was lumbering through my 4 miler this morning and I could not think about something I wanted to blog about. You guys have put up with the normal morning routine; bitching about tired legs, smelling waffles, and dodging wildlife. I even thought about not blogging at all today; how unfortunate for you that this didn’t happen!! As the run went on, I hit patch after patch of fog, just focusing on the darkness in front of me. I kept wondering WHY this little 4 miler seemed more taxing than the 10 miler I had on Sunday.
Then it hit me harder than Ike hit Tina.
My husband. I wasn’t running with him. This thought made me a bit sad, it’s not like I don’t miss him bad enough already. I knew he was getting ready to wake up, tucked away in some motel in Oklahoma, and I knew that he would be out there with me if he could. So I started searching my brain for people that I’ve run with in the past, and running partners are few and far between. I want to add that I do not like running with people. Even when running with him, we just go mile after mile without talking; maybe mumbling the occasional cussword at a hill, random motivation, and even a “babe I gotta pee” thrown in for good measure.
Again, I don’t want to run with just anyone. Maybe I should make an application… Are holograms mainstream yet? Can I get a little pocket runner, add some water, watch it grow, then head out? Maybe I should find a running group…
Oh – I also started my AbRipper workouts again. Those, I’ll go ahead and do alone.