The morning was another of those below zero starts. Luckily the winds were calm, and the sun was out. So it was cold but nice. It also meant that there would be no running until the afternoon. Just a walk up on the snowmobile trail with Bennie.
Which the body is not a fan of anymore. It likes its mid-morning jaunts.
I felt off starting the run, the stomach wouldn’t settle down, and by the time I got to the top of Philbrick to turn around, my body was complaining about needing a pit stop. WTFO, I went before running! Oh well, I figured that I could survive a three-miler at that point.
As I got closer to the house, the body insisted that stopping for a pit stop was not an option. The wife met me at the door asking if anything was wrong. She thought I had fallen or done some other Harold being Harold thing. I hadn’t been gone long enough to finish the run. I disgustedly let her know and she just said “You went before you started running and you have to go again?” So yeah, we had that conversation.
Okay, some days, it just pays to do what you need to and then start over.
After getting back on the road again, I felt a bit better and may have even pushed the pace slightly faster than I had been on the first lap—nothing extraordinary, but a bit more effort into going more quickly.
By the time I got back to the speed limit sign, the body had told me how unhappy it was and that I needed another pit stop. Now, come on, I’ve already gone to the bathroom twice. Now it is a problem again? Really. WTFO!
By the time I got back to the house, there wasn’t much choice in the matter, and I raced inside. Nothing wrong, everything was pretty normal, just cleaning the innards, I guess??? Even so, I bagged the run at that point.
I guess I wasn’t supposed to run this afternoon, and the body let me know that in no uncertain terms. There was no sense in banging my head against the bathroom door again.
As I write this post about a half-hour later, I feel fine.
It is like that old country song, some days you are the windshield, and some days you are the bug.
Today I was the bug.
There are times when you can struggle through a few things thrown in your way and still have a good run, and there are other times when it is merely time to let go and come back tomorrow with a new slate.
Today was a day to let go, chuckle at myself and come back tomorrow ready to go again. Although, I did manage to get a couple of miles in, despite the interruptions.
Just one of those days that we all have at some point and have to get through.