Like so many of us, I work in a small office and I’m in front of a computer all day. I’m a writer, so I type a lot as I look at the screen. My window overlooks pavement and cement, and there is no way to open it.
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It’s been a long, long time since I’ve written anything here, and it kills me. Writing is as much a part of me as running. And nature. And...
Are all runners closet OCD sufferers? I wonder. I mean, you have to be somewhat anal to stick to a training plan, wake up at the crack of dawn on a regular basis, eat right and participate in races that you know you’re not going to win but that, if timed exactly right, offer a chance for a 30-second PR.
I guess perhaps all athletes are closet OCD sufferers. We’re all striving for something. And, most times, that something requires dedicated, consistent attention to detail.
I, however, take the OCD thing one step farther.
Because it’s so unseasonably warm and awesome this week, I decided to shift my midweek runs to the evenings, after work. This way, I can enjoy 60 degree weather instead of 40 degree weather. Not that either is really that horrible. But I like to wear shorts. Free your legs, people!
Anyway, last night, I came home and wanted to get changed quickly so I could steal just a little bit of daylight before the sun set. Little did I know, Jamie had had a rough day.