Yesterday I ran 6 miles in the morning with a friend of mine. He is a runner - which is all fine and good for him, as he enjoys the sport of running. But when he asks if I'm running in the morning, and states optimistically "I'll swing by your house at 5:30am - we'll do an easy six" I almost always feel sick. There are no outs when you commit to another person....you have to get up and run.
On top of it we ran a terrifying route - dark winding wooded trails leading beside one of the three rivers that intertwine this town. In day light it's a great route, kind of, but in the dark? None the less we proceeded fearlessly. I've done a few solo runs like this - in pitch black, far from home. I find myself breathing silently, completely tuned-in to every sound, ready to spring into flight when the attackers leap from behind the bushes or the alien ship lands before my very eyes.
Tonight I road my trainer in the basement. Forty-five minutes in the aero position. Followed up with weights (my usual lackluster upper body workout) and then sit-ups.
I'm dreading the thought of tomorrow. I might actually get up and face the aliens again.
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