I totally forgot that George marches in the parade with the Cub Scouts. We were supposed to have him at the meeting spot at 9:15 for a 10am parade. The weather was iffy. I may have prayed that it would all be canceled. I prayed so much that I didn't really sleep. Finally, at 7:45 am I got the message that the parade was canceled. I finally fell asleep.
I knew my running group was planning to meet at noon for a run so I thought I would just make that. Then, we got the call that all the kids friends were meeting at Launch and well, I felt bad that my kids would miss out. We hurried and got ready to meet everyone at 11.
BRF#1 texted me that she would be at the track at three. I knew it would be close but thought that maybe I could make it. That was not to be. We were starving after the kids jumped for two hours and we waited way too long at a restaurant for food. Mr. RWM and George both had an appointment for a hair cut and then from there, we had to get George to choir practice.
By the time we were home, and I got dressed to run, it was 5:30 and dark.
I put on my headlamp and reflective jacket and hit the road. It didn't take long for me to realize that this was not a good time to run. There were a lot of cars on the road. The lights were bright. I knew they could see me but I was having trouble seeing the road unless I put my head down for the headlamp to hit the road. This was not working or me.
After a mile, I decided to get off the main road and just run in my neighborhood. The workout was 4 x 400.
I live on a hill as most of you know, so of course I worked it out that the 400's were on the downhill and the recovery was back up.
Here is the thing, running at night when it is dark is not the same as running in the morning when it is dark. It's busier and scary when you are alone. I couldn't see that well and I may have freaked myself out because of noises they may or may not have been there. Not to mention, the weird thoughts going through my head about unknown scary things that could have happened but, of course, did not.
I decided to cut my two mile cool down short and just go home. I don't feel bad about it. I am happy to be home and safe and will think twice before I do that again.
My 400's were good and I can count on one hand how many runs I have between now and my marathon. Crazy.
When do you prefer to run? Do you get freaked out in the dark? At night?
Mr. RWM is a veteran and we are very proud of him. Thank you to all the men and women serving our country. God bless you all.
One last thing, my I Run 4 buddy's grandfather sent me this today.
Run Strong, Think Big! ~ Nicole