Ever have one of those days...a day when you think you can fit it all in, scramble like heck to satisfy all parts of your persona, the hard-working employee, the loving spouse, the attentive parent, the engaged community member?
Some days you dodge the crush, other days you get buried. Despite some furious digging, yesterday I got buried.
The day started with a 5:30 a.m. alarm, set that early so I could get up, get ready and head off to Boulder in time to get in a solid pre-work run (I went to bed the night before with visions of an early morning atop Bear Peak). The only problem was the steady rain that was pounding the Denver/Boulder area until mid-morning. Fine, I thought, I'll start work early and get in a run on the way home. Perfect plan.
Whoops. Very busy day at work. Fine. I'll work later than planned and JP can pick up the kids. Hold on, JP came down with the crud and left work early to convalesce. She needs to stay in bed and rest.
Plan C. - leave work just a bit early, squeeze in a short run on the way home. Perfect plan. There's several trailheads literally right off of Highway 93, my commuting route.
I timed things pretty well and got to the Greenbelt Plateau trailhead right around 4 p.m. I had enough time to run and pick up the kids. So, off I went at around a 6:40 pace through the yellow grasses on the rolling High Plains Trail. Three minutes in I suddenly remember that CP had play practice after school and it ended early.
I stopped in the middle of the trail, put my hand on my chin and started thinking. After a solid minute of pondering I realized there was no way I could finish the run and pick up CP and jP on time. So, I high-tailed it back to the truck, jumped in and raced off. Three-quarters of a mile run. .75. My all-time shortest run.
I did managed to pick up the kids on time, dropped jP off at home, took CP to piano lessons (grabbed a slice of pizza while she was with her teacher), dropped her off at home and then raced (late again) to a meeting of a foundation board that I'm a member of. Ridiculous.
I am a big believer in the value of actually putting runs on one's calendar so it's reserved time. I don't always do it, but know that I should. Yesterday was Exhibit A of why one should purposefully block off time to run...or just suck it up and run in the rain.