Normally, I would take Mondays off but my schedule is a bit jacked up, to say the least and since I didn’t get a long run in this weekend, and I felt pretty good this morning, I decided to go for an easy 5 miler around my neighborhood.
I hate to run in the dark and so I usually wait until I can at least see a foot in front of me before I leave the house but it was still quite dark at 7:20am this morning. I don’t know about you but I love it when the clocks go back and I can actually make it out of the house before 6:30 and the sun is already starting to rise.
Anyway, I got up and headed out this morning feeling pretty good and looking forward to an easy run, however, within 3 seconds of walking out the back door, I got the distinct feeling that something was watching me. I felt like I was being stalked. In fact, I was pretty sure of it.
The feeling would not pass and as I rounded the corner I saw him. Right there, in the door frame just glaring at me smugly and all pleased with himself because he found me.
I figured if he was going to hang around I might as well go ahead and name him, so say hello to Kipsang the Frog. He’s really fast too and it may sound strange but I kinda like him.
So, I finally made it to the street and started to run. And, then it happened. You know, you’re running along and everything is fine and then you look at your Garmin and you realize that you’re running much slower than normal and so you sorta freak out a little bit, even though it’s supposed to be an easy run. And then you speed up.
And I wanted to slow down and take it easy but I remembered these words, so eloquently spoken:
“I run like I did when I was a kid, cause that’s the only way it’s fun. Y’know, I mean didn’t you ever run so fast you thought your legs were gonna fall off? Y’know, like when you were like running towards the swings or running away from Satan? The neighbor’s dog.”
“C’mon that’s not running, let’s go! “
Do you ever just let go and run like a kid, or a crazy person?