Today I had a severe case of the CBAs (or, should my mother be reading, the CBBs*).
Getting out the door was easy. Getting out of my car was not. I sat in the car park** for five minutes, watching cyclists and small children being flung hither, thither and yon by the winds and the run gradually shrank from the 70 minutes in my plan to tomorrow’s 3 miler to maybe I’ll skip today and run tomorrow. Eventually, I decided to close my eyes for a few minutes to see if inspiration struck me.
I’d just drifted off to sleep when there was a car-shuddering thud. Eeek! What was that? Ah – the eight-year-old in the car next to me opening her door straight into my car. I glared, leapt out of the car to check for damage, glared some more, changed my shoes, glared a final time and plodded off for my run.
It turned out to be a keeper. Yes, I was rueing my waterproof for the first half mile, but it was a godsend at mile two when the heavens opened. Yes, there was a vicious head wind for parts of the route, but it was at least polite enough to be a tail wind from time to time as well***. Yes, there was thunder and lightening, but there was also blue sky and sunshine by the end.
So, thank you, over-enthusiastic eight-year-old, for slamming your car door into my car. The adrenaline rush counteracted my inertia and set me on my way to my speediest eight mile run since my injury. And from a starting point of *really* *really* CBA, I ended up at pleasantly satisfied.
And I even remembered to foam roll once I got home.
*CBB – Can’t Be Bothered
**Or for the pedantic among you, I sat in my car, in the car park.
***It’s amazing how many out and back runs feature a head wind in both directions.