That’s what I said to Scott this morning:
“Running is stupid.”
Gasp! “But Megan, you call yourself ‘megarunr.'” I know. “The weather is miraculously, fantastically PLEASANT for mid-August.” I know. “You have been telling yourself that your goal for the September race is to beat a college girl.” I know. “You also have a goal of qualifying for the KC Smoke.” “Megan…the WEATHER!”
I’ve been struggling. There wouldn’t be a problem if I got up real, real early. You see, Scott has started working four 10-hour days instead of five 8-hours days. This means that he goes to work earlier, which means that my best shot at running begins at 5:30am.
This just in: I am incapable of waking up at 5:30am and wanting to run. Surprised? Anyone? No one?
Ok, so Plan B — I’ll run LilRunr to school in his jogging stroller. He loves it, so that almost makes it worth it. The round trip is only two miles, however, and no matter how many times I tell myself to ditch the stroller at home and keep going, I find myself…NOT doing that. Then, I start thinking, “two miles? I might as well not do anything.”
So, that’s what I do. Nothing. Running is stupid, whine whine whine, etc.
I’m planning to snap out of it eventually. Fall is nearly here, and that ought to help me kick the grumpies and my habit of non-running.