Saturday AM I was determined to run 9 miles. As I prepped, I told Tim I would be out for 6 miles FOR SURE...maybe 9, if my leg held up.
I also promised to stay on the "loop".. the loop being a 3 mile path around our neighborhood. Easy to find me in case of an emergency. "Supposedly" last summer there was a flasher nearby...no biggie!
As I started out..the sun was shining, it was 8am...lots of runners out and about..I began the "loop" and then my body simply wandered towards the nature park nearby...my legs were dying for some trail instead of concrete, my mind was aching for something other than houses and streets...
I was alone in the bush...it was damp, cool, a runners dream.
I came to a gravel road, about 3 miles long...I turned and I ran...knowing I should NOT be on that road. But. It. Felt. So. Good.
8 miles down and I was back on the "loop" but my leg was feeling fantastic...so I thought "what's another few miles?"
10 miles, 12 miles....oh why not just run a half already......my excitement got the best of me, it's been so long since I've ran without pain I wanted to savor this run, savor this feeling, the runners high that was consuming me.
I ended at the house, 13 miles and 2 hours later...and a HUGE smile on my face. Until...
I walked inside and saw Tim with his jacket on...the babies packed and ready for a car ride...
A search and rescue mission....a FIND MOMMY mission...
My one hour run had turned into 2 hours.
I was lectured like a teenager..and I deserved it.
I saw the shock on Tim's face turn to anger and then turn to relief.
I tried to explain...it felt so good! My leg has no pain! I did 13 miles! But all I could see was the panic in his eyes, the pacing he must have done as he waited for my return...minutes seemed like hours I'm sure.
Knowing I was already in the doghouse, I thanked him for being so concerned...but that his efforts to find me would have been futile, given I strayed from the "loop".
I may never be allowed out again...if there is such thing as a runners grounding, I may have to self impose...no run is worth a worried hubby.
I'm sorry Tim,
Can I carry a cell phone next time?
Go ahead everyone....lecture me...I deserve it.