January 22, 2010
4 and small change. 51 minutes. Roughly 12:30 pace.
This wasn’t so bad or so cold as I was expecting. The physical monotony of running provided a distraction while the fairly boring out-and-back gave my mind a chance to wander. There were a rainbow of topics.
The half-marathon coming up and the training left to do.
How horrible tonight’s movie choice was (please, don’t waste two hours on The Other Guys).
RB.
Finishing the book I’m in the middle of.
Bed.
A hot shower.
The plot point I’m currently stuck on.
Free Cell.
I’m amazed at how, if I let it, running can become a meditative state. At one point, I actually glanced up from the sidewalk and wondered where the last two blocks went. And lately I’ve been realizing that, as much as I complain about it, running is a part of my day I really enjoy.
