As I alluded to in the other post, I am a little out of sorts right now. I have had a little bit of a technical difficulty. Despite bringing a net book with me so that I can continue to post, I was unable to yesterday. seems I am a victim of technology.
Right up there on the stress scale with regard to not being able to post was my inability to go for a run. I missed one day and almost missed the second. The Gazelle isn’t going to like that at all. He has running plans for us both. Which I was glad to join in.
As afraid of his disappointment in my not being able to run was, I was more worried about my own reaction.
While I was recovering from plantar fasciitis the first time around, I had to curtail my running.
My unhappy body was even more upset with me that it was missing its runners high – which I didn’t know at the time. And it let me know. Loudly. On my normal running day, I would get antsy. And when I missed the actual run. Look out. I got really crabby. Snapping at people and then having to go back and apologize later. After I had run.
Like I said, I was prepared to miss the tour and go for a run. Now that I have done both. Am I ever a happy camper. It could be runner’s high, but I don’t think so.
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