I had really hoped to get down to Roundrock on Sunday. It looked like the only opportunity I was going to get for several weeks, but I didn’t go.
Two factors conspired to prevent me. First was the Rock the Crossroads run I did on Saturday night. With the physical demand of running (not so much, it turned out) and the late night of partying (not so much, it turned out), I didn’t know if I would have the energy to give to a day in the woods. The second factor was that I had to rise at 3:00 a.m. on Sunday in order to get #1 Son Seth to the airport in time for a 6:00 a.m. flight, first to Chicago, then to Zurich, then to Nairobi, and finally to Dar Es Salaam in Zanzibar. He’s gone over there to reconnect with an old friend from his Peace Corps days.
So the combination of a late night and an early morning made me choose to stay home and have a nap with my 70 pound Border Collie who jumped on the bed with me for consolation when the thunder boomed that mid morning. Yes, I could have driven to Roundrock, but I wouldn’t have trusted my driving, relying on only a few hours of sleep. Plus, Sunday was miserably hot and humid in Kansas City and I suspect it would have been the same down on the edge of the Missouri Ozarks.
This weekend is not looking any better. Not only do I have another 5K (Great Balls of Fire to benefit research into testicular cancer), but my brother and sister-in-law are coming into town with their two boys, and I’m sure we’ll meet up for all sorts of revelry. Nor is the next weekend looking good. Libby’s niece and her family are going to be here (though I do not have an official run scheduled).
This is really shaping up to be the Roundrock summer that wasn’t.