Today was my first run since the marathon. I was feeling so strong, so ready, at 5:00 AM, a familiar route – all the conditions were just so Susanified.
Just over two miles and my body decided it had other plans. I stopped and walked a while to decide if the nine miles I had planned were really going happen. No, no. Not today. I turned around at 2.5 and resumed with a 2 min run/2 min walk pattern. Okay.
Really, other than a beetle flying into my ear causing a few high-pitched squeals and momentary body flailing, there is nothing worthwhile to report about this run.
Maybe it’s the constipation.