Tarmac Meditations-Gonna Run Later

Gonna run later. These words,”famous last words” my father used to say quietly, accompanied by a small “not again” shake of his head, much to my constant irritation; up to and including this morning. Of course he wasn’t here but the words, oh my, those words. It was a morning after not much sleep, a kitchen calamity involving both the automatic coffee machine and the fuzzy headed coffee maker along with the added benefit of a shower of muesli from the not properly closed cereal bin. After a small clean up of spilled coffee(not really possible to spill coffee when is being made in a closed container that requires only that the water is in the tank, the coffee is ground and in the filter which is in the filter holder and the cover is closed..except that it is…it has something to do with not putting the carafe under the drip spout, which doesn’t drip until the carafe top compresses it and then, voila, coffee on the counter top) and a “good vacuuming” of the kitchen at 4:22 AM, it was time to run. Said he, me that is, gonna run in a few minutes, gonna check my email. Not much there so I thought to get on top of the photo editing that needed doing and so I did. Well I did get to the editing after I straightened up the bookshelf behind the desk. Then I got a phone message in my email from the cell phone I left upstairs when I came down to my office to edit. It reported to me ( no shaking head here except mine) that I had blown a 7:00 meeting which I was supposed to lead. Not running yet, as you can see. Went, made apologies, came back finished the editing, it’s now later and there is no running still. Gonna lift instead and run twice as long tomorrow. Except for the tomorrow part it is a good plan. Can’t make up “missed” miles you can only run the miles you run which means instead of a rest day this weekend there will be consecutive running days. And so it goes…