Daddy Is Tired

Lately I’ve been trying to remember what I think about when I run.  Since I usually zone out that’s been tougher than I thought, but I have managed to remember a few things.

Of course there’s the requisite ogling of women.  What can I say?  There are some hotties out there!  Oh, hi Sharon.  Hee hee, uh, well, hmm.  So, how was your day?

I also think about how fast I’m running compared to last time, and trying to figure out how fast I might run a 10K.  I think about random song lyrics (and by “random” I mean “Alter Bridge”), where the next bathroom is, Twitter…lots of dumb stuff like that.   Lately I’ve been thinking about the Tiarathon (Disney Princess 1/2 marathon) that I hope to be doing in March with other Shredheads, which leads to thinking about a Disney trip with the family.  Mostly  mundane and boring stuff.

But then there’s the weird stuff.  The stuff that makes me wonder if I’m really qualified to be watching children all day long.

The other morning I found myself thinking about the people I was running by – what their stories might be.  That’s not unusual, but after passing one old man I actually thought about if he was an older version of me coming back from the future to watch the “now” me run.  I even came up with some theories of why I’d want to come back to watch me.  After all, he must have looked away because if we make eye contact something bad will happen to the universe, right?

WTF?

Sometimes I think it’s better if I don’t remember what I think while I run.

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