Today was a day off before the long runs tomorrow and Sunday. I went to the gym with Mo, who ran three or four or 22 or something. Mo is a showoff.
I pretended to lift weights instead. I have the upper body strength of a 6-year-old girl, although I’m pretty sure a 6-year-old girl would take offense to this and kick my ass. But strong core blah blah arm strength for ultras blah blah yeah I get it. At least weight machines ensure I don’t drop things on my toes. My toes don’t care for that.
I messed around on the rower for a while and then the recumbent bike. Did I mention I tend to lack focus? This is likely why I run. It’s just so simple.
On the way home, we stopped to say hey to the birds at the sanctuary. I would report which kinds, except that the extent of my bird knowledge is “hey, does that gull look like he’s aiming for me?” I can identify a roseate spoonbill, which gives me street cred. Birders are an uppity group, you know.
On the way out, we saw an old cat in the bushes. He’s in a bad way, but there’s nothing to be done for him. If we took him to the shelter they would kill him. Better to take his chances out here, I guess.
We stopped at a convenience store on the way home. Mo bought a Mountain Dew and a box of Meow Mix. Traditional post-run combo.
Then it was back to the sanctuary. The cat had the world’s greatest lunch. He can’t see, but he can sure eat. I don’t know what will happen to him, but I know that for a half hour or so on a Friday afternoon he was pretty damn happy.
Isn’t that all any of us can ask for?
Well, that’s all, diary. Thanks for listening. Wish me luck tomorrow.
(illustration by mo)