This headline is misleading. I would venture that most days I do not feel like running 10 miles. Most days I follow that urge! But Sunday was a tougher decision. I was registered to run the Broad Street 10-miler through Philadelphia. I have run the race twice before, and my times have been bad. In my defense: the first time I was 20 weeks pregnant. The second time I was about 14 weeks postpartum (different kid) — not fully trained, in other words.
This would be the year I redeemed myself. I had run 10 miles at less than 10 min/mile with Jane 2 weeks ago, so it was quite possible I could have gotten a sub 1:40 time. Originally, my husband and I were going to run together.
But then his mom (our childcare) was needed elsewhere, so just I was going to run. Then we looked at the weather.
Ugh — 48 degrees and 100 percent chance of rain. I am OK with running in a drizzle, especially if it is 60 degrees or so. I might have been OK running in driving rain at 48 degrees if the race started from my house and looped back around so I would have been out in the elements for less than 2 hours. But like all major urban races, Broad Street involves lots of logistics of getting to the starting line, waiting in corrals to start, and wending your way back home after. I would likely have been out in the cold rain for 4 hours.
So, nope. It was a pretty calm morning instead. My husband took the first shift so I slept until 7:15. Then I played with the baby for an hour, reading books and chatting about choo-choos, woofs, and balls (much of the universe is divided into these object categories). Given that walking from my car to church in the rain was pretty miserable, I was glad I was not out on the course.
I have more races coming up this year, so I am willing to let this one slide. Some days I do not feel like running 10 miles, and some days it is OK to follow that feeling.