SSShhhh Don’t Tell the Gazelle My Secret

Sshhhh …. I know I’ve asked you this before, but I really hope that I can count on you for this.  Whatever you do, don’t tell the Gazelle.  He won’t be at all happy with me.  And truth be told I’m already unhappy with myself.

You see, I didn’t run all last week.  It all started out so innocently.  I really had planned to run all week.  I was looking quite forward to seeing Dave before he went off to have surgery.  And I was looking forward to seeing Jim too.  But like Susan Boyle, it went off the rails.

Sadly, my children’s great grandmother passed away on the weekend.   And even though I am divorced, I really like Great-Grandma.  And I knew that I had to go and pay my respects to this remarkable lady.

Unfortunately, the only time that I could go was Tuesday night.  I had seriously thought about running before and then bringing a change of clothes.  But one whiff of my running shirt from the week before convinced me that might not be such a great idea.

And so I missed Tuesday night’s run.

I doubled my efforts to ensure that I got to go run on thursday.  I talked to my colleague Tina who has taken up running at the Runner’s Den too.  I told her I would definitely see her there on Thursday night. 

I got my clothes ready Wednesday night, just so I didn’t waste any time.  And then disaster struck.

My allergies.  And even though I take a prescribed medication for my allergies, it wasn’t enough. 

I was going to drop DemonDog off with her grandparents and go back home and get changed.  My dad took one look at me, listened to the stuffy nose sounds I was emitting and said, “I hope you aren’t going running tonight.”

I didn’t.  Tuesday night for sure.  Just don’t tell the Gazelle.