I got home this evening after a relatively hectic day at work, still dragging from a less-than-ideal night's sleep and having a lot on my mind.
I stood at the end of my driveway and realized it was going to be an uphill battle this evening -- literally. My house is situated precisely at the bottom of two hills.
Turn left out of my driveway and start with a half-mile uphill run. Or turn right and, well, start with a half-mile uphill run.
Neither sounded appealing, so I chose a third option. I picked up the telephone and called my parents. I'd do my run from their house -- on much flatter terrain. Plus, I'd be guaranteed a decent dinner after my run.
I found a perfect three-mile loop that brought me from my parents' house in Dover, across the Rochester line and past some quiet hay fields, farm houses and streams.
Rebel and I finished the three miles relatively easily. I think the change of scenery was good for both of us -- and I only felt slightly guilty for taking the easy road tonight.
A few weeks ago I wouldn't have even walked the three miles after a tough day, so I figure a quick run on flat ground is a big step forward. It wasn't like I was totally taking the easy way out tonight.
It could have been a lot worse, right? I could have been taking a nap, zoned out in front of the television or out at a restaurant consuming excessive calories. But instead I was bringing myself a little closer to the Disney run.
REMEMBER, I'M DOING THIS FOR A GOOD CAUSE.
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Yet another day filled with inspiration. I am overwhelmed with embarrassment today as I read your blog for you went out running last night while I sat in a restaurant consuming many calories. Perhaps one of these days the inspiration you provide me will be so overwhelming that I find myself out on the streets running, perhaps with a pizza in one hand and a beer in the other but running just the same.
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