30 minutes

Just one of those days when you have to almost force yourself to run.

I woke up at 4:30, shortly before our 6-year-old, Liam, burst through our door announcing the cat, Ashley,  had thrown up in his bed. We let him climb into ours and told him we'd take care of it in the morning. Then the cat decided to pound on our door for the rest of the night. No way were we letting her into our room.

I dozed until my alarm went off at 6 a.m. I switched it off and heard rain against the window. Uggh!

But I got on the computer to check the radar. "Misting rain," reported the Weather Underground. And the radar showed the heavy concentration was right on top of us. That meant that by the time I was ready, it should have moved on. But the cat drama upset the cycle of the morning. Our dog, Romeo, insisted on going out first. He usually is not even up when I leave. Then the other cat, Ninja,  ran out and faked an emergency of getting caught in the tree. He wasn't. He just didn't like the rain.

Anyway, I got out on the step a little late, it was rainy and I was tired. I might have canceled the run, but decided that if I cancel for marginal conditions like this, I'd be canceling too many runs. So, I opted for a 30 -minute run, and once I started I was glad I did. I just felt sluggish and slow the whole time.

All sorts of minor factors could have contributed to that. The stomach trouble the day before, the loss of sleep, playing soccer with first graders the previous evening, not eating enough pasta. .... blah, blah blah.

At least I ran. At least I finished what I set out to do. And there will be better days of running very soon.

Sorry for the griping today. Anybody want a free cat?