Mark and I have lived in our house for six months. And for six months, for all intents and purposes, I have ran/walked the same three routes.
I have seen the same houses, the same flowers, the same trees for six months.
And, to be a bit honest, I’m bored. B-O-R-E-D. Bored.
I try spicing things up a bit, whether it’s running a route backward or taking to the more urban areas near my home when I can leave Miles with Mark. On Sunday sans BOB, I had the best of intentions to try a less stroller-friendly part of the trail but my tummy failed to cooperate and I had to run the same section of park as I always do because there were a couple bathrooms along the trail.
I felt defeated and was filled with dread as I looked toward today’s run, which is up to 4 miles. Getting up early, squeezing in that extra half-mile of boredom seemed like torture as I stared at the running clothes I set out last night.
Then, I had a rare moment of genius: I could run after work.
OK, that wasn’t the genius part. I run after work at least once a week. The switch would be to take my clothes and Garmin to work and change at the end of the day. I plan to run east through downtown and head to a portion of the greenway that I’ve only run once or twice. Alone. No dog. No baby. Just me and my feet.
I am so excited. E-X-C-I-T-E-D. Excited.
What are you pumped about today?