Thank goodness for all this snow! Another 6-15 inches today? Why, that will surely improve my running this year. My legs will be so damned rested by the time I actually start running consistently that I'll be crushing the miles at unheard-of paces.
So instead of running this week, I have been equating everything I do to running.
Like my banjo playing? I play really slowly because if I go too fast, what little rhythm I have falls apart. Just like running.
And Eating? Too much and I'm hurting, but too little makes me cranky. So too with running.
Sleeping? A bad sleep can throw the rest of my day out of whack. As does a bad run. But good sleep is refreshing. So is a good run.
Watching TV? Reruns are comforting, but first runs keep it exciting. I feel the same about the routes I run.
My work day? I like to make a "to do" list and then not follow through. I do the same with my running schedule.
Cross training? I haven't done that either this week.
So, you see? I haven't been running, but I've been thinking about it.
Wherein we examine the behavior of our canine friends.
This semi-regular blogger guy named Ian thinks Dobson's running pace is for my benefit: "Maybe he's running slowly to make you feel fast. Man's best friend, indeed."
Answer: What's really beneficial is all the stopping and starting. Come race day, I won't have trouble with motivating myself to run again after a walk break or stoppage. What a good dog.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!