Running stats 6/14/2022

My running partner — in that we encourage each other, not that we run together — texted me this morning to say it was already going to be too hot to run at her scheduled time of 11 am. I reminded her that it was summer and we had to hit it earlier than almost noon. Yet at 11 am I was walking out the door to run. I read a quote on my Pinterest feed this morning that said “30% is better than 0% - we don’t give ourselves enough credit for trying.” It reminded me about how my mother used to tell me when people wanted to haggle with us at the flea market, “some money is better than no money.” I’d spent my morning submitting query letters to agents and writing a polite email asking for an extension. I was feeling vulnerable. I knew running was the answer. I love running because of the feeling after the run is over. The joke is that I’m so relieved to not have to run anymore, but that’s not it. I don’t have to run. I’m not a teenager being punished for being late to practice. I am a grown ass woman who could possibly afford the monthly payments on a Peloton. I actually love the feeling of accomplishment, power, achievement, and smugness when I have finished running outdoors in the summer. I feel like a badass. It’s also a combo of caffeine leaving the body, dehydration, and raging endorphins. It was hot, but the clouds rolled over the sun enough to make it bearable. My Audible book provided the first mystery twist. The sunglasses that started slipping early in the run either found a place to stick on my face or I stopped caring.