Too Late Schmart

When I was a kid, there was a cross-stitched saying hanging in many of the homes of my older neighbours:

too soon old

Word.

I’ve been running for how many years now? More than 30. And I’ve repeated this particular lesson how many times??? Too many.

Take a day off, dammit.

Sunday was another beautiful day. Sixty degrees. No wind. All I wanted was three easy miles to round out my week. No problem.

Except….

Except I ran hard and long on Saturday and my piriformis was feeling twingy. I ignored it. Problem.

I talked myself into my running shoes and out the door. Then I ran. Knowing all the time that it was NOT. A. GOOD. IDEA.

So today I didn’t run. sigh. I walked Ax, which made him happy. If I’m smart I’ll take the rest of the week off too. double sigh.

Maybe I should ask Santa for a bicycle for Christmas. Cross training is a beautiful thing.

I’m asking for help here. I’m going to ask you to hold me accountable. No running this week. Rotten luck. But maybe then next week will be better.

Learn from me, pals. Don’t be too late schmart.

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