I woke up this morning feeling absolutely disgusting, with everything I had eaten the night before coming back to haunt me. Some people wake up on Saturday mornings withn alcohol hangover; I wake up with a food hangover from gorging on delicious free food at work. I put my workout clothes on, determined to work it off, and then jumped back in bed to surf the internet and be lazy. Fortunately for me, our internet is working really crappily lately – it was slow and barely usable. That gave me the motivation I needed to give up and go for a run.
As soon as I got out there, I was thrilled. It’s a beautifully crisp, clear day – a little chilly, but not so cold you see your breath, and I warmed up quickly as I ran. I did what seemed to me an impossibly short 3 mile jaunt: up to Trump Place, down to the river, up to 86th Street, and then back down Riverside Park. I didn’t bring my iPod, and enjoyed running without a cord bobbing alongside me, while just enjoying the lovely day. There were a lot of runners and bikers out, and it was nice to feel a sense of kinship with the others who had gotten themselves out of bed to work out on a Saturday morning.
I wish I were doing Atlantic City tomorrow – my knee didn’t bother me today. I am very tempted to hop on a bus and as Nike says, just do it.