Barring rest days and injuries, there is no valid excuse for skipping a run.
That couldn’t have been truer for me last week. Last Wednesday I walked out to my car at 4:45 to drive to my group’s 5 a.m. run, but found that the front driver side window had been smashed in. My first thought was “Dang, now I can’t run this morning!” Then I realized I’m fortunate enough to be in a two-car household.
I ran back inside, told my still sleeping husband, “Someone smashed my car window, I’m taking your car to the run,” and sped to the park. There’s no way I’m going to let some criminal ruin my run — my lifestyle.
On Saturday I was blessed to be the maid of honor at my best friend’s wedding, held in the small mountain town of Taos, N.M. I was determined not to check a bag for my flight to Albuquerque, so I packed just the essentials — my bridesmaid dress, makeup, an old pair of running shoes (I knew it would be snowing in Taos), two long sleeved running tops, a running jacket, two pairs of running pants, gloves, a beanie, a baklava, and an ear-covering headband...