I had a good run last night. 6.36 in a steady rain. I redeemed myself from being such a pussbag from the night before. I ran it at a slow pace but, that wound up being 9:15 per. Not bad. Some shithead nearly hit me clipping the corner at Starr St. "Up yours motherfucker. Hope your dick falls off in the shower."
As I was showering feeling that rush you get after a good run I remembered why I prefer a night run. I've exercised, my chores of the day are done, with the exception of making lunch for the next day, I've done all I'm going to do that day. I have nothing ahead of me but, couchtime, a cup or shot of something soothing, & time to savor my endorphin buzz.
If I ran in the morning that buzz wouldn't last the whole day & would likely be swept away by the day's events. It's kind of like your first day back to work after a long vacation. The good feeling doesn't last long enough. At least with an evening run I go to sleep feeling wonderful.
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Unless it a particularly long run, nothing special. Whatever we having for dinner. Last night I had Indian food & I'm not sure what some of it is called. Some kind of cabbage dish, a yogurt based soup, rice & some beans. Not too long before dinner I'd had some Indian cornbread at my Inlaws with tea.
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