Oh HRBers, I was so

Oh HRBers, I was so good last night. I beat my own brain and went for a run. And yes, I’m now patting myself on the back for it.
See, I’d planned to go after work, but I left a little later than I’d planned and it was too close to sunset to go running on the unlit trails here at JSC. So then I went home, and dutifully put on my shoes and went to the fitness room, but both treadmills were taken! (Ah, the beginning of the year, when everyone’s trying to stick with their resolutions and thus the fitness room is always crowded. I can’t wait till February.) I could’ve run outside, but I am so, so sick of the back-and-forth route that I have to follow if I run from my apartment; half mile loops over and over are boring as all can be. So at this point, I figured the fates were conspiring such that I not run. My brain and body were starting to go along with this, since my legs were still pretty sore from Sunday’s race and soccer game.
So I went home, took off the running clothes, and settled in on the couch for dinner and some web surfing. Around 7:30 I decided it was time to go to the grocery store and get something to put in my very empty cabinets. At 8:30 I was back home again, but still thinking about how I hadn’t run. “Hell with it,” I thought, “I’ll try again.”
I got dressed all over again and walked back over to the fitness room. As I crossed the pool, I could see at least one of the treadmills was still taken, and sighed as I figured the other would be in use as well. But it wasn’t! Woo!
I did 4 miles in the same fashion as last week’s treadmill run — 5.0, 5.3, 5.6, and 5.9 miles per hour, or 12:00, 11:19, 10:43, and 10:10 miles. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to finish the 10:10 mile without a fight, as I always seem to struggle more on the treadmill, but the last mile passed pretty smoothly, enough that I considered attempting one more at 6.1 mph (9:50 mile). But it was already 9:30 and I was ready to get back to the apartment and enter the “wind down” portion of my night…and I also didn’t want to push too hard with the half coming up on Sunday.
Other than the constant “will I, won’t I run?” debate in my head, last night was uneventful. It was my last free Tuesday night for the semester, since UHCL classes begin next week. This spring I’m taking the web design class. I’m not looking forward to it nearly as much as the graphic design class, but hopefully I will get something out of it, and if not, it still counts towards the nebulous M.A. that I may be working towards…