Too Responsible

I can’t believe what running has done to me. It has become a staple in my life and it gives me as much (or even more) pleasure as other fun things that I love to do. I rarely go out dancing. Last night I went with a bunch of friends to a Salsa concert. I love dancing and I love Latin music. The event started at 8:00pm with great dancing music. We danced non-stop until midnight. But by midnight, the Salsa singer had not come out yet. At that time I was already getting worried because, according to my math, I should be back home by 1:00am to be able to have some decent hours of sleep before my 18k Sunday morning run. The singer decided to start singing at 1:00am! That was not part of my plan. So we stayed for 3 songs and around 1:20 we left. I was not tired but my conscious kept telling me, “you are running 18k tomorrow, you have to sleep, and you have to rest.”

By the time we got home, ate something and got ready for bed it was 2:30am. Some of my friends stayed there until the end and got home around 4:00am.

What I really wanted to do: stay until the end and then go to The Naam (vegetarian/vegan restaurant, open 24/7) for an early morning breakfast.

What I did: Left the actual concert basically when it started, went straight home and to bed.

How I feel today: I am glad I chose option number two because, even though I was tired, I was able to do my 18k run without any inconveniences, and every time I finish these long runs I feel sooooo good.

So being too responsible is good. Loving running as much, or even more, than staying on a pretty cool Salsa concert is good too.

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