Last night I had the best intentions to go to Fit Ball, but I didn't make it home until 6 pm which is precisely when class starts. Oops. The cold snap took a bit of a leave of absence and since it was 0 deg C at lunch time I thought a run would be in order. Apparently a big chunk of the runners in this city must have been suffering from some serious cabin fever because the pathways were packed today. I saw one crazy guy layered up on top but only wearing shorts on the bottom. Then he didn't look so crazy when I saw a guy running in just a short sleeve shirt and shorts a ways on. Yikes, I didn't think it was that warm yet... The run felt pretty good - not bad considering last week I was huffing and puffing after climbing one flight of stairs. Chalk up three miles for my second post-Goofy run.
As I was lying in bed this morning, contemplating waking up and thinking about what running gear I needed to pack, I realized that this is the least active I have been in probably a year. Granted, I can attribute my lack of activity to resting post-Goofy then recovering from bronchitis but it brought about some interesting thoughts. Everyone says it takes 21 days to create a habit, but after a year of running regularly I'm not sure I've completely conquered my inner couch potato. I love being outside, feet pounding the pavement and the feel of my heart beating in my chest while I am out running. On some level I think I still need that Excel spreadsheet mapping out my training program, carrying me from one race to another, advising me how far to run and when because otherwise it is too easy to say - "let me see what is on TV tonight." Then again, maybe it is just my engineering, type A personality that likes a little structure.