Last night, I wondered if my wife had slipped something into my drink. My head kept nodding up and down to the point I thought it was going to snap off. Then I remembered I hadn’t had a drink. I was just worn out. By nine, I was snoring on the couch. Can’t say I remember too much after that.
Saturday mornings are my long-run day. It’s a sacred time when I go clear my mind and burn a little fat. I got a late start this morning — usually a problem in late March due to the heat. But since Elsa can’t seem to let it go this spring, it was cold today. I put on my cold weather running gear and was on the road by 7:45.
The Reservoir was murkier than normal, causing it to look more like chocolate milk than water. The sun, already well into the sky, made the waves look like gold flakes sprinkled on the surface. I ran along the Natchez Trace and watched a fishing boat head out of a cove. He had to be cold. I know I was.
My breaths and footsteps started to line up. I was getting into a rhythm as the miles clicked off. I passed the oak tree. It was starting to get its green coat for the season. I decided not to photograph it today. I’m sure it already thinks I’m a stalker.
I went a new way today as I ran by the Jackson Yacht Club. White sail boats looked like mayflies buzzing the water. There was a certain fluid beauty as they danced out into the open water. I looked at my watch, I had run over five miles.
It was time to head home.
I finished 10.16 miles in a little less than two hours. I showered, ate some oatmeal and a chocolate donut (you run over 10 miles, you can have a chocolate donut). And then I went back to bed. I just woke up. It’s 4 p.m.
I have hit a wall. The stress of the last several months have taken a toll on my body and mind. Yes, I have a ton of work to do today but I just can’t seem to do it.
Tomorrow I’ll work. Yes tomorrow. Today, I rest.