Of non-boiling watched pots

No, it’s not a long-lost section from Nietzsche’s “Thus Spake Zarathustra.”  it is, rather, the way I felt today when I was running.

In yesterday’s post, I mentioned that my heart monitor seemed to be malfunctioning, perhaps because the battery was low. I didn’t replace the battery before tonight’s run, but I did take it out of the transmitter to see what kind it is. When I replaced it, alas, I did so improperly (I put it in upside-down), so that the transmitter sent no signals to the receiver. Consequently, I had no way of watching my heart rate.

I also misplaced my earphones yesterday, so I ended up running without music. With no heart monitor to check and no music to distract me, the run seemed a lot longer. All I could do is look at the stopwatch to see how long I’d been running.

I ran for 33 minutes. The first 20 were rather difficult, but I kept going. Only toward the end of my run did I begin to feel good. Perhaps my body was simply tired from having run 30+ minutes the two preceding days.

Well, tomorrow’s a rest day: I don’t even plan to cross-train. Then, I’ll be ready Saturday morning to hit the trail again.