As regular readers know, I was out of town last weekend traveling in Utah. Well, when traveling it is always a challenge to get your run in to keep the streak alive.
But you don’t run for over 1200 days in a row without being willing to joggle under some crazy circumstances. My joggle in Sunday is indicative of that.
I knew that I would have a busy time on Sunday. We were getting up and leaving by 7:30 am to go skiing until 2:00. Then we were going to the airport to catch a 4:30 plane which would get me into Chicago at 9:30pm and home by 10:00pm. This didn’t leave much time for joggling. Also, if there was a delay in the flight, I might miss my run all together.
Well, I couldn’t let that happen.
So, Saturday night we stayed up playing poker until 1:30am. That meant I would have to get up at about 6:30am to go joggling before skiing. Plus, I had to pack!
Well, I figured the easiest thing to do was to just go joggling at 1:30 am rather than waking up early. I was awake enough but it was raining, dark, and I had been drinking beer all night. But the streak must live on.
I put on my joggling clothes, picked up my Gballz and headed out into the night. The light sleeting rain felt cool on my head. I headed up the mountain using the shadows to keep the joggling balls in the pattern.
My sneakers made a swishing sound on the asphalt which synchronized with my labored breathing. While Madam Bovary played in my head, I joggled in the dark past the drunks returning from a night of St Patrick’s day celebrations. I wondered what they thought. Imagine walking home at 1:45am and you see a guy running and juggling. It still makes me laugh.
So, I joggled for 20 minutes and felt incredible when I got back. It took me nearly an hour to get to sleep but I was happy to have gotten my run in for the day and felt great when I woke up the next morning.