When in doubt, just show up. That was my goal by the end of today. I wasn't doing a very good job at being present today, no matter what I was doing. Work, conference, meeting a friend, etc. I just wasn't there and it showed. As the day went on that disconnect was getting worse and I knew I had to get home. Just being in my own space can help. During the commute I fretted about whether I would run. After missing this weekend's long run plans twice I was starting to freak out a little. I went back and forth with myself about how missing a few days wasn't the worst thing in the world, that bagging a workout is sometimes the best thing you can do for yourself. But there was another part of me that said I should try out some of that advice I keep seeing in all my reading. Just get out the door. Just try it for 5 minutes. If it still sucks, you tried. Bag it and try again tomorrow. If it doesn't suck, see how far it can take you. In the end, that new voice won me over. I dropped my bag in the hallway, changed my clothes and went right back out the front door. I didn't turn on the watch because the time wasn't going to matter. I didn't want that kind of pressure, small as it was. Heck, I didn't know how far I was going anyways, or even what direction. I just headed for the main drag and went. 3.1 miles later I was home again, sweaty and a little less in a funk. If it weren't for keeping daily mile updated, I wouldn't have checked the distance out either. I just needed to be out there with my breath and my footfalls, halting and lumbering as they might be.
A quick dinner of goat cheese ravioli in my belly, I headed for one of my favorite spots, the tub. I need to be up bright and early tomorrow, at the Hill by 7:45, so bedtime was fast approaching. I grabbed the two things one needs to make a bath most enjoyable: