I woke up a little earlier than expected and met Karl for a run at 6:30. When I wake up this early to run I get angry. Angry at the world...but especially angry at Karl. Why were we up so early Karl? Why are you wearing that stupid shirt, Karl? Why are you so ugly Karl? Why don't you spell your name like Carl, Karl? Why, why, why...
It's not that I'd rather be sleeping (I wake up at dawn naturally), but I hate running before 8:30am; my runs just aren't great when I run this early...especially runs pre-7:00am. In any case, Karl and I ran into Garrett Park and shuffled our way through the neighborhoods for 31 minutes...and then we turned around. Boring, but effective, I suppose. I got in 8 and felt tired the entire time.
I didn't fair much better in the evening...
I met Double C outside my building and we hit some more neighborhoods. My shins felt hot from the start (this came out of nowhere) and I struggled to stick with the spry Peruvian as we bounded about in the darkness. The highlight of my run was seeing a raccoon on a tree next to the pond behind my building. He was eating peanuts and smiling. I got in 6...14 for the day.
I predict a good workout tomorrow based on how blah I've been feeling this week. Things seem to happen this way...or let's hope.
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"Well, 'sorry' doesn't put the Triscuit crackers in my stomach now, does it Carl?"
HAHA,just read this. I know I should say no when you ask to run that early now.
All jokes aside, it was me who wanted to meet early. That still doesn't make me hate you less though...
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