In case you're wondering if I have been running since I got back from my summer vacation a month ago, you're not the only one. I have been wondering too.
Clearly there was no running in the bottom of the Grand Canyon. But what's my excuse since I got back?
I been running some, but not much. In all of July I ran 52.7 miles, and only one race (my monthly noontime 3K dash around the Tidal Basin). That's it. My one long run was ten miles of sightseeing I did along the Mall with a visiting RBFer.
When I'm not running much I cheat and get in my five times running per week by running solitary miles. I can always fit those in. Six of my "runs" in July were of the solitary mile variety. Although they were all under eight minutes, only one was under seven minutes, my desired goal.
Why the slackard month? Life is complicated. That's the sum total of my wisdom after 56 years.
I came back from my "trip of a lifetime" down the Grand Canyon and running suddenly seemed less important. I took greater pleasure in writing about the trip than in running on the roadways. All of my running buddies have moved away or gotten hurt. The ten-mile training program I direct for my club has started up and that keeps me busy, basically running with novices. I realize that people see me as a Johnny-One-Note, a running nut, so I have been working on being more variegated.
Yeah, my running currently sucks. I think life is intruding. It's either that or advancing age.