Work related issues have brought me down.
I ran once last week and that was yesterday with Mike for 17 miles. The run got me going again and I did 12.7 this morning under an amazing canopy of stars and planets.
I left the house at 3:50am and just after the initial mile I heard the eeriest sound: coyotes calling to each other. One just in the woods to the left of me and the other obviously further down the road where I had to pass. Add pitch darkness and you get that old creepy feeling. I’ve heard the barking and the yipping before on a run but never the call. I’d rather not hear that again.
Well, I wasn’t mistaken for a deer and taken down by the pack. I guess that’s good.
My legs are sore, I’m past the peak, and it looks like the marathon will be postponed. Just add this to the list of other things weighing me down.
On the bright side, I think I’ll buck up and keep running in spite of it all.