Nine miles to nowhere

This morning, with 9 miles to complete per my half marathon training program and knowing it was supposed to get yucky overnight and stay that way all day, I got up and looked outside. It was really wet looking. I went downstairs and opened the front door and saw it was wet, but it wasn't really raining -- it was more misty -- and there wasn't a lot of wind to be found. I really thought about doing my run outside, but I didn't know what the weather would be like by the time I finished, so being a weather wuss I started to get mentally prepared to spend about 80 minutes running on a treadmill. But let me state right here that if it were 60-65 degrees out rather than the 36 it was I wouldn't have hesitated to run outside. Believe that.

Thanks to digital music and the individual televisions on each cardio machine at my gym I did indeed make it through 9 miles on the treadmill, although I finished about a minute faster that I should have because of the treadmill settings. It could have been worse, I guess.

Like I could have fooled myself into believing the weather would hold up and run outdoors. When I left the gym it was to go into a downpour. It could have been me running out there in that. Bleh.

So it wasn't really fun, and it definitely wasn't sexy, but I got my long Sunday run in as prescribed. That's a good thing for sure, and how many people are really that dumb anal motivated to get a run in no matter what? One that I know of, at least.