Legitimate Reasons Why I (Maybe) Did Not or Will Not Run Tonight…or, alternately titled, Why Organizational Psychology Is Lame and Everyone Should Just Buck Up, Dammit (Myself Included)

1.  The logistics of tonight’s planned buddy run were making my blood boil, because we had flip-flopped between having an earlier group and not having an earlier group; and whether to run in one place or another.  Meanwhile people have other stuff to do and excuses.  And when we finally decided to just go back to the original set-up for simplicity’s sake…

2.  I locked myself out of the apartment on my way out to get to the run.  Only the second time this has ever happened to me, surprisingly.  So as I was jimmying the screens off the windows in the dark, trying to break into my own home, I texted Megan to tell her that I was a dumbass.  She called me back only to share the news that…

3.  Megan got in a (minor) car accident and Buggy was smooshed in the front passenger fender.  She was OK but really annoyed.  She was going to go to Novato to deal with it at her mom’s house, so my best bet was to continue what I was doing.  Once I hopped up through the kitchen window on my stomach and shimmied through, garnering a few bruises along the way, I grabbed my keys and rushed up to the run spot, but when I got there, all of a sudden…

4. Megan’s car wouldn’t start, because she was out of gas, so I went to the nearby gas station where she coincidentally was, and called Justin to come save the day with a hammer to bang the fender back into place so it wouldn’t rub on the tire and cause a disaster.  So I missed my run.  

Still, here I am, sitting in my running clothes, debating whether or not 7:30 is too late for me to get out there.  I think I pulled a back muscle mid-climb whilst defeating the fortress that is my apartment, but some Motrin will cure that.  Tic, toc…I could really just use a massage right now, and a glass of wine, and a hot bubble bath.  

All of this in the wake of our remaining runners feeling a lack of support because the majority of the team is done with their event, Nike.  I remember how it was last year, the unappealing darkness of November.  It’s like a Bergman film.  Everyone is melancholy and it’s lonely and cold and we’re in Sweden and it’s only the road, the wilderness, and you, and a moose perhaps.  Here, the only option is to run, or kill yourself.  Neither of which is a very viable option, because the former is hard to do without motivation and the latter kind of defeats the purpose.   In other words, training for Honolulu by yourself is no fun.

We need some sort of rejuvenation, some cohesion.  I want our runners to feel as strong as they possibly can before they go off for their 26.2, and that’s hard when everyone wants/has to do their own thing.  That’s the whole point of the TEAM aspect of TNT.  Doesn’t help much that they’re switching track to Wed., which I can’t make.  I would suggest that Marin have our own track workout on Thursdays at a better time for everyone, but that is just splitting us up even more.  Still working on that one.  

Anyway, back to my bubble bath.  I got some girly candles in Monterey and there’s some chocolate ice cream in the freezer.  So despite my pumped-upedness from Sunday’s accomplishment and the need for a real recommitment, I think I’ll heed Trish’s warning that with the way things are going if I run tonight I’ll probably break an ankle.  Here’s hoping I don’t slip in the tub. 

I blame it on the (nearly) full moon.