Training Day: 130
Miles: 3.2 (treadmill)
Time: 49 min
Shoes: Xero HFS
How It Felt: I kept the run super easy, and it felt pretty good. My lungs, on the other hand, didn’t feel the greatest afterwards.
Commentary: Was it the Yellowstone ride followed by a long run the next day that has left my lungs feeling so shitty? Did the extra stress I put on my body leave my immune system weakened and vulnerable? Is that why I feel under the weather?
After work I stopped at a friend’s house to have a beer. An NA beer, but a beer nonetheless. Then his wife and kids came home, and the wife and I started chatting. I kept telling myself I needed to go home, but I could not motivate myself to get up off their couch. There was something strangely comfortable about sitting in their living room amidst the chaos of kids excitedly playing with the Easter goodies their grandparents sent them.
As my coworker was making dinner he threw a couple of hash brown patties in the air fryer for me. Our air fryer shit the bed, and he knows I mainly subsist off of air fried tots at home. I was touched and beyond grateful. I knew that I wouldn’t feed myself when I got home because I didn’t have the energy to come up with something to cook, let alone cook it.
Around 7pm I finally peeled myself off their couch and went home. My goal for the evening was an Epsom salt bath with Breathe Ease essential oil. But of course, the tub was absolutely fucking disgusting because my husband and I are horrible at cleaning the house, so I had to clean it before I could soak.
I spent a solid two hours soaking and playing Battle Cats on my phone. When the water temperature dropped I drained the tub a bit and blasted scalding water into the tub. It was glorious.
Lately I’ve had the urge to stay up late. It’s not like I want to stay up late to do anything. I want to stay up late just to do nothing for a little bit. But I do nothing most of the day at work… There’s something about just saying, “Fuck it,” and being irresponsible and staying up late. I say it’s irresponsible because the next morning when I wake up at 8am I’m tired and have no motivation and regret staying up.
Thursday night was one of those nights. I made a pot of decaf coffee and ate cookies while watching House.
Endlessly seeking adventure.