It’s a chilly rainy day today. It’s also a running day. The plan (well, Nora’s plan, as she has a run coach) was to run three easy miles. Three is out of the question. I mean, another .1, and you’ve got yourself a 5k, ya know.
The issues with the run today were plenty.
First of all, the aforementioned .1.
Second, the word “easy.” I’m not sure I can feel right doing an easy 5k. Right now, I run that distance once a week on speed days. That is, I try to set a PR once a week in the 5k; at the very least, I hope it’s a top 3 performance in the modern era. Because of this, I felt I needed to bump it up to four miles, which I am fairly certain I can do at an easy pace.
The last thing is the weather. It was 36 and rainy this morning. In a weird glimpse into the inner workings of my brain, on a long run day, I would be perfectly happy to go out in those conditions. But because it was only (only?) four miles, the misery of being chilled to the bone is not worth it.
The solution? Go to the gym. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m a Black Card member at Planet Fitness. I don’t go as often as I would like, but it’s money well spent, I say.
The further problem? It’s January sixth, and the gyms are packed with the (temporary) resolute. My goodness, there were a lot of people in there. I count myself fortunate to claim a treadmill. This is the way it goes for most of January each year. Little by little, the crowd will thin, and by mid-February, it’ll settle down into the general background level of busy.
I was able to do the run, do some stretching, and lift some of the heavy things. All in all a good trip.
I was going to take the day off from posting but didn’t want to be one of those resolution makers.