Last week I got on my high horse, who happened to be perilously perched atop a soap box, and made the incredibly surprising revelation that running is hard. This remains true. It has been balls hot this week, and I abhor the heat, so I haven't been running much.
No matter. It's been a good week. My wife's birthday was yesterday. I woke up early to make her breakfast (note: the house did not burn down), and after work we went out for dinner and then met a friend who' in town for the weekend.
Was a small part of me feeling guilty that I didn't squeeze in a few miles? Mercury notwithstanding, yes. However, as one of my favorite bands says, life is waiting for you. Taking an unplanned off day here and there is no big deal.
Some runners and coaches will tell you it is, but, in the grand scheme of things, does it really matter? I'm not gonna qualify for the Olympics. Hell, I'll be happy with a top-3 finish in my age group someday. Falling asleep at the table for my wife's birthday dinner would not have been worth a quick run through the neighborhood as the sun was rising.
Obviously, things will be different in about a month, when training does officially kick off and I can't really afford to skip a speed workout (as much as I'm sure I'll want to). Even then, though, I won't be afraid to juggle the schedule to accommodate a dinner date, a family gathering, or a Sunday morning 5K with friends when my training schedule calls for 18 or so miles. Life is waiting, and I sure as hell don't want to miss it.
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