I now have a run on my Thursday schedule and this is difficult to schedule as I see my grandson on Thursday evenings and he is only 6 months so is unpredictable for runs in the stroller so I’ve decided to try and run at lunch.
This involved the logistics of bringing running gear to work. Changing into running clothes, get the run in, shower and eat lunch.
The run was complete crap. First, I couldn’t get the Garmin to register the satellites because of the buildings, I guess. I gave up and just started running but could tell it was off as in the end it said I ran 10k in 45 minutes which didn’t happen.
I ran along the seawall in Stanley Park. It was nice to see so many people out walking and running. The weather was beautiful, hot, in fact. I just wanted to enjoy it but I felt sluggish and tired and my breathing was very laboured.
I dug deep and did the run. No idea how I went but for a couple of the kms my pace registered normal so I may have felt I wasn’t moving but apparently I was.
I headed back into the office shower and was just about to undress when I realized I had grabbed my gym bag but not my work clothes. Wouldn’t that have been nice to have showered and then had nothing to put on. At work!
But, this was averted and I headed back up to my office and got my clothes and headed back down to the shower. Phew.
But no, something was missing. After my shower I went to get dressed and couldn’t find my underwear. I had worn trishorts for the run so removed my underwear to avoid chaffing and now I couldn’t find them. I emptied my bag, went through all my clothes, both workout and work clothes and no underwear.
Where did they go? I have no idea. I traced all my steps and they were gone. I am wondering if I dropped them along the way somewhere. I feel very bad for whoever found them.
I had spare socks in my gym bag but that was it. I have since discovered that commando is cool and so I feel less awkward. But just a little less.
And I thought the run was the disaster.