It being Christmas time and all, I have taken to planning my runs so that the route conveniently ends at a shopping venue. It’s a great way to explore, it pushes me to run a little farther than I normally would, it gives me a destination to work toward, and as I said before, it conveniently ends at a shopping venue. What happens if I find something I like, you might ask. Easy. I always carry my credit card in one pocket, and my Oyster Card in the other so that I can purchase until my little heart’s content, then hop on the train with my bags of loot for a quick ride home. System’s flawless!
Until the system break down…
So today, I got home from work, and was really not feeling the whole running thing. I started making up excuses; it’s late already, so windy, kind of cold, finale of the Young Apprentice is on…all the usual suspects. Making a compromise with myself I decided on a little run, something short, sweet, to the point and without the laborious process of having to ride the tube back post-shopping (also without the reward of some brand new goods, but I was in a low risk low reward type of place). Off I went with only my keys. I got going for a little bit, was feeling pretty good, pushed it a little more, and right when I got to my halfway point where I decided I had enough for one day and it was time to turn back, cue the waterworks! Torrential downpour. And what did I have with me? Nothing but my keys and my own two feet. Not only did I not even want to go running in the first place, but there I was halfway up the river without a paddle! London is just so silly. Out of nowhere it can just start pouring buckets? What's that all about? What is this, Boston?
That’ll teach me to force myself to run. Or better yet, I think the lesson we take away is that we always end a run at a store and take the tube home. Everyone wins.
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