It’s been a long winter. Maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration because it’s not exactly cold out, but we just haven’t had the shorts and flip-flops weather that’s normal for mid May in Atlanta. Looking at the weather forecast, it’s supposed to arrive later this week (fortunate, because I’m going to TWO concerts this weekend!), but today was still on the chilly side. When I got up, I think it was in the 40s and it maybe got up into the 60s this afternoon.
I swear I have a point here and am not dedicating an entire blog post to talking about the weather. My point is that while it was unseasonably chilly for May, it was perfect running weather.
I’m an evening worker-outer. It’s not so much that I’m not a morning person, because I tend to get up on the early side on the weekends (the early side being anywhere from 6:30-8:30), but I value my sleep during the week and less than 7.5 – 8 hours makes me cranky. Because Jason wakes up around ten to go to work, it’s very hard for me to go to sleep before then and it ends up being disruptive to both of our schedules when I do.
So, I work out after work. I guess you figured that from the long-winded paragraph above. Though I don’t mind it at all, I’m definitely not itching to run the second the clock turns six. If I’m itching to do anything, it’d be to sit on the couch. Or eat. Can you be itching to eat? I’m pretty good at making myself exercise when I don’t want to though, whether that’s driving to the gym or driving home and immediately running outside.
Since the weather was nice, I went with the latter. Only problem was, my headphones, which I usually leave in my car, were nowhere to be found. I probably left them at work but I’m not sure. I’m really picky about headphones. I use the old-school over the ear type because I cannot find ear buds that don’t hurt my ears. I think I have really little ear holes or something. While I could have borrowed a pair of Jason’s [hurting] ear buds, I just decided to run without music.
I know that running without music is the norm for some people. I am not those people. I have to have my music when I run and it has to be specific songs that I deem run worthy. But today, I didn’t have any of that. I ran three miles. A mile and a half out and then a mile and a half back. For the first mile, Raspberry Beret was in my head. It was almost like I had an iPod on repeat with that song, but only the chorus. Where it came from, I have no idea. So, after my Prince jam was over, I mostly started thinking about work and also the weekend and the three miles without music went by relatively quickly, which was surprising.
Then I got home, took a dorky iPhone picture about my three miles and made a casserole.