Monday, May 21, 2012

A Real Plod

Today's AM run, dropped off by the bride on her way to work, was one of the toughest in recent memory.

It should not have been difficult.  This as a road run on lightly traveled rural roads, with few hills.  I just had nothing--no energy, no speed, no desire.  I can only describe the run as a plod, or a trudge, or a slog.

I think a family gathering yesterday to celebrate the end of a successful semester for one child and a new job for another (i.e., lots of food and drink) largely accounts for my sluggishness.

But that's the beauty of running, particularly long-distance running.  A bad day running sure beats most anything else.  Each day is different, each day brings challenges, each day presents opportunities to apply the benefits of one's experience.

 

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