Saturday is Longrunday. Even if I’m not training for a marathon, I like to log my biggest mileage on Saturday. Today, however, after going through all the prep for my long run (and we all know the fussing that’s necessary for those) and driving around Pocono Lake, PA for an hour, I had to abandon my plan of running eleven miles. It had snowed all throughout the night and there simply were no roads that had been clearled adequately for me to run safely. Honestly, after suffering through poor footing for two months last winter, I basically refuse to do it again. I suspect that the instability of poor footing is partly to blame for my adductor brevis inujury last year, and I do NOT want to bring that on again, especially so early into my training. So, I have been a toddler throwing a temper tantrum all day long, petulant and pouting, replete with shouting and unreasonable demands. It ain’t pretty, folks. And while it’s always lovely to be here in the Poconos, I’d much rather be in New York City where it is ten degrees warmer and I could have run my eleven miles in Central Park without too much worry. Fuckin A.
Anyway, I did stop pouting long enough to notice how beautiful my development is when it snows. And oh, I enjoyed a brunch of creme brulee French toast, home fried potatoes, and ham with the neighbors. And I finally found that pedicure I’ve been searching for since mid-December. But mostly, I’d rather be running. Will someone open me another beer, please?