Friday, September 6, 2013
In drafting this post, I searched for the origin of the term Ungodly Hour and the most commonly held perceived meaning. It is not surprising that the answers varied greatly. Everything from early morning when one should be sleeping to late at night when one should be home and in bed rather than out possibly doing "ungodly" things.
When I thought of the term, it was somewhere in between these two extremes. I was out on a run. (I know for some that all running is done at an ungodly hour.) It was mid-morning. A morning after a healthy rain. Unusual for late summer in north Texas. Yet, the heat was intense. No wind and the moisture radiated from the concrete like hot coals on a mature fire.
One would think I should be accustomed to it by now having lived over 40 years in the same area. Yet, I found myself shocked. "Dang, it's really hot out here." "Who's idea was this?" "What time is it anyway?" The time became clear. It was the ungodly hour.
It is times like these that I wonder just what the heck I'm doing out there. No official races on the horizon. Sure I have a few in mind, but nothing that requires suffering. I have no weight problem, well, no major weight problem I'm trying to resolve. I guess I'm just doing what has become habitual. Running. Running because I enjoy getting out there. I don't have anything to prove. I don't have much else to do. Much else to do that I want to do that is.
So I run. Just to be safe, I'd better get a race or two officially on the calendar. I'd hate to get out of this habit and pick up some of the old ones or even some new ones that ain't much good. Plus, I can tell people that look at me funny "I've got to do it because I'm running the Whatever The Name Half Marathon in a few months." I'll look less batshit crazy for sure. Join me...won't you.
Run in Peace, Rest in Grace