Should I run

BOB
I am sitting here writing this when I should be running.  I did a ten mile plus mile run yesterday that kind of wiped me out.  My goal yesterday was to run 5 or six on a new trail with some pretty cool people.  Turns out that none of us has any sense of direction at all.  I definitely have zero sense of direction.  What I have learned since I have been able to increase my mileage is that I don't give a shit.  As long as I don't get eaten by a bear, it is okay to be a bit lost.  We all felt that way yesterday.  We were at a reservoir and the discussion came to what is the difference between a dam and a dike.  Kelley said something along the lines of a dam is big and a dike not so much.  Or more closely, "Do you ever say..."hey, look at that huge dike!"  The answer was no and so it was agreed that we were at the bottom of a dam and in a restricted area and not lost at all.  Long story short, the 5 mile run turned into a 8 miler full of hills, trails, rocks and maybe poison ivy(who really knows what poison ivy looks like?  Nobody).  I'm not itchy, so it wasn't  poison ivy.  When we got back to our starting point, we decided to do round two.  Another 5 plus on an out and back.  At about mile eleven, my legs started telling me they were not happy.  This is a story for another day, but I am training for a marathon in October.  I got back into this running thing to get in decent shape for 5k's and lose some weight, now I am "training" for marathon number two.  Anyhow...due to an unfortunate incident regarding getting too old, too quick, I had to take most of the last two weeks off, so my endurance is down.  My legs at mile eleven said, "shut it down.  We're done."  I told my legs, "but we still have like two miles to get back to the start."  And the legs said, "we are done, we're walking, you are the ass that got us into this, so start walking.  And do it slow."  They won and that is what I did.   The point of all this, I think, is that I am supposed to be running today but my body does not want me to.  But I'm going to.  A slow and painful three miles.  Because it is in my plan.  Plus, when my legs were bitching at me, they told me to eat a bison burger topped with beef brisket with a side of cheese fries and brown gravy at Cabela's and then much more good stuff when I got home.  I need to run some of the gravy off.  The moral of this story is as follows.  Run because you can, eat because your legs want you to.