I went out for a seven mile run around town Sunday morning. The wind was gusting at 25 to 35 mph, and it was about 8 degrees. I had so many layers on I could have withstood a direct hit from a snow plow and not known it. The weather was not a problem, but a longer run could have been a bad idea.
There were no cars on the road at 9:00 A. M. Sunday morning. The snow really shut things down, but there were a few people at the Deerfield Market, and a niehbor at Jerry's Place.
I went out mainly to prove that I could. Also, I needed to have some mileage to record. I am training to for the Boston Marathon, so skipping a long run on the weekend is a problem. Mostly mileage is a mental problem. I need to run to prepare for the marathon, but I need to run to simply convince myself that I can. You have to run to prepare. What ever you do, you have believe that you have prepared for this.
When I got home Ben wanted to play with me in his room with his trains. Kids are a handful, sometimes it seems that it is too much keep your cool when they are driving you nutz. Then there are times where Ben looks at me with total trust, and gives me a piece of his cookie, or toy, and I can only wonder how anyone with children could be an asshole.
Children are so precious, how can any one who has one not want to be the best person they can be? Ben is four. Ben inspires my wife and I to be better people, then there are those days where Ben is really four and we look at each other and think, "Ebay, we can sell him on Ebay."
Keep on running. I have to find out what Donna did for a run yesterday.
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