Unfortunately, I did not get a run in on Sunday. Or Monday. So today is Tuesday, and it gets dark before you can get home and blink your eyes. Luckily, Kelly was back in action and wanted to go to the gym to do the strength toning class.
I went up to the rec center a little bit early hoping to get a couple of miles in before class started. I started the Garmin just to keep track of my time, and off I go. I wasn't listening to music because my phone was pretty much dead, so I was alone with my thoughts.
People often ask what I think about when I run. Well, most of the time I have Kelly to bounce things off of or at least listen to her thoughts. When you're on your own...well...I thought of this episode of My Ghost Story in which this couple goes to this castle which apparently is being used as a hotel. They are awaken in the middle of the night by cold, frigid air. It freaks them out enough for the husband to snap random photos in the dark. They see a large shadow on the right side of the picture. The next morning, the wife is in the shower. All of sudden it is cold. Then she hollers for her husband because her back is burning. She has two large scratch marks on her back. In the part of her back that she cannot reach and scratch herself. So what do they do? They go have breakfast. Because that is the logical thing to do after being scratched by a ghost. They do not mention this to the hotel manager, the desk clerk, the concierge, or even the guy who brought them their pancakes. No. They eat their breakfast. And then!? Then they go back to their room! Why? Why would you do that? I just don't get that. It's like another show I saw where these people move into a haunted house. Once they find out their is a child ghost in the house, they do the only logical thing. They buy it toys and then continue to let their baby sleep in the room occupied by the ghost. WTH people!!??!! I don't know what I would do, but honestly, I don't think I'd be all "I think I'm ready for my omelet" if I was scratched by unseen forces.
So this is what I was thinking when I look down at the Garmin. I had one more lap to go, and I was right at 12 minutes. I stepped it up a notch, but it wasn't enough to beat my magic mile time. BUT...I ran a mile in 12:48. And it was a good mile. I didn't kill me or leave me winded like the magic miles do. It was just a good run at a good pace. I am pretty psyched really. It's only 30 seconds slower than my magic mile, and if I hadn't been so lost in ghost thoughts, I may have been able to step it up a notch earlier and matched the magic mile. Overall, I call it a success! =)
It was only a mile, but I couldn't stand passing the heaters for another mile, so I went to stretch before meeting Kelly for class. We started a few minutes late because the Weight Watcher people were hogging all the parking spaces, and Lydia was giving time for everyone to park. Good class. It is my belief that I will be very aware of my inner thighs and obliques tomorrow. And the best part is I'll know why and it won't be because a ghost tortured me. I did it all to myself.