Running

I discovered it is difficult to carry on a telephone conversation, send pictures via email and write a blog. My sister is feeling quite neglected at the moment. She thinks that it would be best to cease our telephone conversation and she is probably right.

I realized this week that my Saturday runs will never reflect my weekday runs. Some weeks I struggle to get any runs in then Saturday comes and I feel I could run 8 or even 9 miles, instead of our usual 6 and a half miles. Then there was this last week. I easily accomplished all my morning runs and then Saturday came and running was a great effort. My running partner kept asking me if I needed any help. After running 4 miles, she looked at me with great concern. She advised me to sit down and she would run the final two miles and drive back to pick me up. I almost consented to that plan. In the end I forced myself to run the last 2 miles. It took all of my inner strength to finish that run. You would think that I would have been elated when I finished. Instead I kept asking myself why I didn't just stop. Was there any purpose in finishing the run? Of course not. There was no need to prove to myself that I could do it. I have done it many times already. I have determined that, on occasion, I must enjoy being miserable at 6:30 in the morning. There is no other explanation.