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Last night I went to the local Fleet Feet store like usual for our Tuesday night run. However, this week our group was very small. Just a couple of us “die hards” were there. I guess everyone else was more interested in staying at home watching the poll results get updated.
Honestly, I didn’t really care to stare at the TV and wait for the numbers. I kind of figured the election results would go the way they did. Plus, after working in television news during the 2000 election and having to sit at work for excessively long hours while we waited “until we had a president”, I got kind of jaded against the idea of waiting for precincts to report. It was kind of nice to go out and get a good run in the brisk evening air, then coming home to find out the results were announced and we had a new president-elect.
On Monday I went out for a run and realized I forgot my watch. I thought about turning around to go get it, but I’d already walked the 1/2 mile to my neighborhood’s entrance and was about to start my run, it seemed silly to go back and get my watch. So I just set out and ran until I felt like stopping (which coincided with the point at which hunger was starting to get the best of me because it smelled like everybody around was grilling something tasty in their backyards). When I stopped my Nike+ (which I had just set on a basic workout, so I wasn’t receiving any audible cues from that either) it said I had run for 53 minutes. It was a little freeing to not think so much about time or distance, but I’m also glad that I had the means to record those stats at the conclusion as well. I can’t liberate myself from the data completely!