The prolonged wintry weather has made getting out for my daily run a day-to-day struggle. Once I decided to defer my marathon plans to the fall, I’ve found myself delaying my run and procrastinating daily. As I’ve mentioned earlier, part of this is the focus on the gala. The other factor is that I love my new job, which means I’ve got two intensely great things happening and running, well it is in third place for the moment.
Plans for the usual Saturday run got thrown off-kilter as I have to work tomorrow morning. This threw me into a bit of panic, relying as I do on meeting the guys most Saturdays for the longer run. BUT a plan emerged, a second-wind of motivation jettisoned me to work earlier than ever, with the intention of leaving early (love those flexible hours) to do an afternoon long run. This full scope of this plan was dependent on whether my legs were fresh enough from yesterdays workout to run at least 10 miles.
Running from work involves taking as few things as possible to work and having outerwear that you won’t need the next day or two. As my shoes are at work, I wear my runners to get there and today wore my running jacket under a down vest. I take only the essentials, bank card, credit card, money, keys, camera & BlackBerry.
The only drawback to this plan was that I would miss lunch. Everyday a volunteer or staff person cooks lunch for everyone and today’s lunch, homemade pizza, looked very appetizing. But, leave I did, and I ran down to the lake and then ran east along the Harbourfront promenade where a helpful dog walker offered to take this photo of me by the Empire Sandy.
Uplifted by the brilliantly blue sky and the wind on my left shoulder, I ran on. My legs felt okay and I found myself seizing on the idea of taking a photo of Cherry beach as if I did that, I’d be getting in 12 miles. This photo assignment took me through the really gritty parts of the Martin Goodman Trail with scenes befitting the Rust Belt or the HBO series, The Wire. I got my photo and thankfully the wind was not too bad going west.
I ended my run at Starbuck’s and a little chit chat with the two baristas, both of whom run. Ah, triple-venti-whole milk-vanilla-latte and a cinnamon bun . . . satisfaction plus.
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