Rainy Day, Recovery and Crazy

Recovery from rain? No, no, no. Recovery from playing paintball...

First, the rain. I woke up Wednesday morning exhausted for some reason. I went downstairs and looked outside - it was drizzling. I expected to see it raining. In fact, I expected to see a downpour, giving me every reason in the world to go back to bed. Since it was only drizzling, I decided to head to the gym and hope that no one showed up. I wasn’t trying to avoid running in the rain, I was simply tired and wanted to go back to bed. I got to the gym and waited in my car. I waited and waited and then two of my fellow runners showed up. Dang! I guess this means we’re running...

When I walked into the gym it was still drizzling. Wen I walked out to start running, the rain had picked up. Oh well, I thought, this should actually be fun. And sure enough, it was a lot of fun running out in the rain. I like to imagine all the people in the cars passing us were thinking, “Those people are crazy!” Yeah, we are!

Our adrenaline got pumping at one point in the first mile as a dog came running/barking at us. Fortunately, it was just telling us to keep away from it’s property and nothing more. It scared the crap out of us at first, then it ticked me off. We are within city limits and there is a leash law. It’ possible that it could have gotten out on it’s own, but it’s sill the owner’s responsibility to keep tabs on their pets.

OK, off my soap box...

I must be getting serious about this marathon thing. Last night I was playing paintball for 3-1/2 hours. What a blast that was! I was out in the mud and forest, moving around, running, trying to avoid getting hit the entire time. Then, we were treated to White Castle after! I looked around the table and everyone was showing their “war wounds” and talking about how sore they would be in the morning and how late they were going to try and sleep in the next day. All the while I kept thinking about my 5 mile run in the morning. I mentioned to everyone that I was planning on that and the overall response was, “You’re crazy!” It’s funny how I’ve been hearing or thinking that a lot lately.

Well, I didn’t get in bed until 11:30 last night and 4:30 came very early! I did get out to run my 5 miles this morning. It was a good run. Tough run, but good. When I got to work and people asked me if I ended up running this morning, I told them, “Of course!”

To which I heard the response..well - you know!