When I am not actually running, I spend a ridiculous amount of time thinking about running. All of the where's and when's and why's percolate through my brain like a long, crazy strand of Mardi Gras beads, all clanging and bumping into one another, creating nothing but a whole lot of noise.
Perseverating, I believe it's called.
I'm like a junkie looking for the next hit, plotting and planning how to score the good dope without inconveniencing myself and my family overly much.
But it's a HEALTHY addiction!
This mental activity always reached a fever pitch whenever I'm injured (which seems to be happening more and more lately) or tapering/recovering from a race.
Today, I am still in slight recovery mode from Wapack, and I may or may not have an issue with the top of my left foot (feels great at the moment; not sure how it will feel when I run on it.)
I am planning to head out the door in a few minutes to run for hour or so before the kids get up. It's that "or so" that's giving me so much trouble. Because I may or may not have a free couple of hours later this morning. Nell and Simon have an art class in New London from 10-12. Ben may or may not want to go. If he goes, I'm free for two hours. These free hours are rare, and I always use them to run. But can my foot handle two more hours of running today? Shouldn't I simply walk the dog during these early morning hours, and run during the class. Or run now and grocery shop during the class? Shouldn't I just go grocery shopping? Isn't that what most of the Other Mothers do?
But if Ben decides not to go to the class, I'll take him to the playground and miss my running altogether if I don't run now. Last night, Ben was on the fence. One minute he wanted to go to the art class, the next minute he wanted to go to the playground. He has no idea how he tortures his Poor Mum.
You see how it goes. These thoughts have been non-stop since I got up an hour ago.
Blogging as Purging Exercise.
I'm going for a run........