Saturday morning. A little light dusting of the snow came last night while we were all nestled in our beds with visions of Popeye dancing in our heads.
5 minutes early arrival
I read the playhouse to see what was the chatter
one said “unofficial” OYO
and hike the other said “roads are fine” and he was running through the trails
i arrived to find no one here, so I did what anyone else would do and covered the Q.
DCCS covered – gorgeous morning
head for a mile mosey to warm up
SSH, IW, merkins, LBCs and j-los
mosey for 3.5 miles
Crap, it’s only been 30 minutes. Bored out of my mind. Keep running thinking about Strava art
mosey mosey mosey
sprints, then rocks, then merkins, then more mosey, mosey mosey.
get to 4.
get to 5.
say hello to officer on his patrol here at Kensington, “all good, everyone else stayed in so…” alright now you be good – he says with a smile.
finish with high stepping more merkins and 100 LBCs.
I learned that I would not be here if I had to do it this way every week. Week in week out, individually. I don’t say much during the workout, it’s fun to hear the chatter about others, their jabs, jokes, laughing, pushing, sweating and connect and make sure a fellow pax got past that hurdle they have been trying to at work or at home or out here.
we have worked out in much worse and I missed you guys today.