Running is a funny sort of sport/activity. Well at least for me it is. When I get going and the weather is nice I love it. I get into my stride (in the true sense of the word) and really go for it. I put my i-pod on to shuffle and run to whatever comes on – this can be a tad touch and go because I just chucked everything into the i-pod and old stuff like Frank Sinatra isn’t exactly speed inducing, on the other hand though, you should see me go to Paulo Nuttini! But sometimes even music can’t inspire me, on those days it all seems like a chore, a chore I just can’t be arsed to do.
Today is one of those days. I looked out of the window and spotted – a raindrop! Whoopteedooo! Obviously there is going to be a downpour, a veritable deluge. It would be sheer madness to don my running gear and stagger out the front door. Who knows what could happen; a flash flood, God forbid that it should happen in The Tip In The Dip farm area, I’d be swept away on a tide of cow poo. What a way to go.
No, today I clambered into the jeans and jersey with a promise that I’ll run tomorrow. While I know I’m being a wimp and avoiding the exercise, at the same time I know that taking the time out to do it this morning would set me back on getting this huge pile of work done (honestly you cannot see my desk just now), so it’s a toss up on the guilt front. I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t.
As I sit here at the computer and look out the window I see that one raindrop has been joined by many friends and relatives. Okay, maybe not a deluge, but hey, enough to get the joggers wet, and we can’t have that!
What are you up to today?