It’s Wednesday, the day I both love and hate. I love the opportunity to run with my friend, Shawn, but it takes effort.
First, I have to find a sitter for the boys – my two and his one. Secondly, I have this thing about having a clean house when people are over; so, before heading out the door this morning, it was a quick washing of the kitchen floor, tidying up the kitchen, vacuuming, and, of course, cleaning the bathroom. Finally, when I get back home, I only have about 15 minutes to get changed and go through the pre-run rituals, which includes using my asthma medication; I always worry about using my meds too soon before I head out; for me, running about 20 minutes after my dosage works best and waiting too long leaves me sucking air.
Great. So much for planning when to use my inhaler. In my mind, I thought about taking more time to warm up and our run should be fine. Then, I told the boys who were anxiously waiting for their friend to play with, “Mr. C. is running a bit late. They’ll be here by 6:30.”
Little Ironman piped up: How can he be so slow if he’s running?
And, by the way, we weren’t slow tonight. I did feel like I was sucking air but, when I got home, I calculated a 6:56 pace for our 8+mile run. I’m feeling good about Sunday’s half:)