coming back together

I had a massage. I took Ibuprofen. I did lots of stretching. I went to the chiropractor. And I skipped my "big run" on Sunday.

Since I was renouncing rigor and discipline anyhow, I decided not to do it half-heartedly and I spent half the day in bed with an engrossing novel, a most marvelous way to pass time. I read that 10% of the people who took a visual quiz on Imagini, when asked what they would do with an extra hour, chose the depiction of someone lounging around with two or three books. I feel 10% might be accurate, but also pitiful. Needless to say, I would not run if given an extra hour. I enjoy reading so much that indulgence renders me feeling guilty, as if it were somehow imoral or fattening.

Oh, and I also did laundry.

I am better. The chiropractor re-aligned me with something within myself the body had forgotten, and suggested not to run for another four days. This morning at 5 am I stood for a long time in the middle of the living room, ready to go, thinking it over. With mixed feelings, I stayed. I will run tomorrow. I will even take it easy.