Running Aimlessly

I got home from work last night, had a quick snack, and hit the road hoping to get in yesterday's planned long run in time to put Bryce to bed. Jessi asked where I was running when I left the house and I was confused and unable to answer. I knew how far and how long I was running, but had absolutely no idea where I would go. I generally just turn down whatever road seems appropriate. I also had to turn around twice because of black cats crossing in front of me. I hate cats, especially black ones. I'm not sure if there were two separate cats, or if I was being stalked. The GPS map of my evening looks like a Bryce drawing, but I got the time in (almost). I'm not sure whether my lack of direction is good, bad, or completely inconsequential. But it seems strange since I am so particular with other things I do. Maybe that is why I enjoy it -- When else do I get the opportunity to turn my head off and run aimlessly for an hour and a half.

I didn't feel great for the first few miles (I think it had something to do with my swim workout earlier in the day), but I really felt good after the first half hour. I was running a little late and wanted to see Bryce before his bed time so I bagged it after 9 miles.

*** Yesterday morning I had a 1:15 swim workout. Last night I ran 9 miles in 1:24:58 (avg. 9:44 min/mile).