Stop and Go

I tried to run on Friday. I got about 100 feet from the house and turned back.

I wasn't tired
I wasn't hot
My heard wasn't in it.

And ever since we were all given that cursed gift of free will we need to follow our head when we are told our head is not in it.

I woke up early on saturday which most likely would have the same thing to do with going to bed early on Friday night. I decided to go to the valley once again, like I used to do as a tradition. I saw the Prep team there. I didn't bother to go up to them. I didn't want to be the creepy high school alum, and none of them knew me or knew of me these days anyway. I just watched them from afar as my old coach drove up to the crowed of high schoolers and then I turned and ran down the railway bed.

This was the same railway bed that I suddenly decided to run four miles on a few weeks back but this time was different and I simply went two. I didn't feel like running but I figured since I got out of bed and since I drove all this way I might as well get some sort of exercise in.

Upon reaching the mile mark I saw two other people coming the other way. I saw a man in a dri-fit t-shirt that checked his watched as he sped up and I saw a rather overweight woman who saw the mile mark and stopped in relief.

I remember that I used to be the man that would check my watch at mile markers and actually give a shit about what it said. Now I don't even wear a watch. Now I can't wait to see a mile marker so that I can stop much like the probably still relieve as I write this heavy woman.

Therefore I am more out of shape than in. I guess I need an embarrassing moment, such as a bad race in front of my own coach, which will be coming in a few weeks. Until then, I shall run, when I can and unfortunately when I want to, however sloppy and pathetic I may look.