Runner’s diary, Tuesday

It was one of those mornings. The dogs had me up at the normal hour of 6, which is getting old. I never feel completely rested these days — I probably need more sleep than I’m getting — but today was worse than usual. I felt like someone drugged me and just wanted to crawl back to bed after the dogs ate. I did lie down on the couch, but only for a couple of minutes before getting ready and heading out to the gym.

I opted to head outside, to run under the big open sky, and figured I’d let my legs decide the distance. Initially, I didn’t think I’d managed a half mile — sore right calf, sore right shin, tight left hamstring, exhaustion, etc. But I soldiered on and managed a slow four, finishing up with some much-needed stretching. My legs were fine after about a mile and tired by the end, but the pain actually receded.

That was 10:30. it is now 1:30 — three hours later — and I desperately need a nap. The coffee isn’t cutting it and ay the distance Given t

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Hank Kalet is a poet and freelance journalist. He is the economic needs reporter for NJ Spotlight, teaches journalism at Rutgers University and writing at Middlesex County College and Brookdale Community College. He writes a semi-monthly column for the Progressive Populist. He is a lifelong fan of the New York Mets and New York Knicks, drinks too much coffee and attends as many Bruce Springsteen concerts as his meager finances will allow. He lives in South Brunswick with his wife Annie. View all posts by hankkalet