The last two days have been road work...sort of. I was going to go out on Thursday, but 5 minutes before I was going to depart, it started pouring down rain. Funny thing: I was still thinking about it...until the lightning came. My treadmill is out of commission, so I was in a bit of a quandary, when my neighbor Bob asked if I wanted to come over and run on his. Sah-weet. I put in a half hour of steady-state and worked up a bit of a lather. Bob came downstairs and lifted weights while I ran.
Yesterday it wasn't raining. My wife called me and asked if I wanted to go out and have dinner at a popular Japanese restaurant near our home. Immediately go to calculating in my head and wrinkling my brow (can I eat that much...I need to run...Sunday is rest day...what if I switch...)...."Ummmm, yeah! Let's go."
So, instead of ordering a hibachi chicken and shrimp (ooooohhhh...that's good stuff!) I went with a sushi platter that was lighter and had some high gi rice, which, by my prediction would be crashing into my system with some high GI carbs in time for a run tonight. Weird things happen when you're focused like this.
People ask questions like, "Do you want a glass of wine, or a beer." And you say weird things like, "No thanks." My friend John says I have the bug, and I suppose he's right. Anything that makes you think wearing a Speedo is a good idea has to have some addictive qualities to it...
The other thing I find is that people have different responses. "I could never do that." "Interesting." "What is wrong with you?" My favorite is, "I want to do that!"