I would have made a damn fine Catholic

As of 7:15 this morning I had not run since Thursday. This makes me unbalanced, anxious and depressed, and also results in neurotic blog postings.

This morning I wake up, fling open the curtains, look at the sun blazing high in the sky (already? at 7:15??) and say to myself "it's too hot for this shit" before hurling myself back to bed. And lying there. And feeling guilty for missing Sunday's run (not to mention Saturday's). Before I fling off the cover, bound out of bed and decree that it shall be done. And I shall be the one to do it.

Ah. Two hours and six minutes took me out along 15th (where I said good morning to the woman that I sometimes house sit for who was randomly watering her garden), out to some trails in Lynn Valley where I saw an ex-Team Red member, up Tempe hill which is an arduous hill at the best of times (but I nailed it nailed it nailed it), into Edgemont, down Mosquito Creek, up Keith Road, all in my new fantastic New Balance shoes which I broke in with this inaugural 14.22 mile run and I was so happy to be out there, doing it. Good tunes, a nice breeze, lots of places to refill my water, many people saying good morning, beautiful views. I love these shoes. I paid the most I have ever paid for a pair of running shoes, but they are sweet.

Then Michael and I went to my mom's to set up her wireless network which is always the thing that I love to do. I love D-Link. Wireless network issues don't enrage me at all. Jay and Andrea were there and we all had a pleasant catch up.

Then I dropped Michael off just as the sun was setting and it was so beautiful to see it slipping behind the mountains so we just kind of hung out in the car until it had disappeared completely and Michael said - half jokingly - "Do you have anything you want to tell me?" and I said "I love you".

Such was my day.