The rest of the workweek, I was in a monkey suit and tie from before dawn to well past dark. I was advised not to run at night by hotel staff, and the gym itself closed at 8. Even if I could have gone for a run, all motivation to do so was gone. I crawled to my hotel room and stared at the walls until 2 or 3 when the mind chatter eventually ceased, and I finally dropped off.
The second run was in the cold, gray and breezy weather early Saturday morning. with temps in the mid 20s, I crawled along the Scioto River trail north-ishly to the Olentangy River Trail, where I headed more north-ishly to The Ohio State University campus. The 1/2 inch of snow on the concrete/asphalt trail made it a bit easier on my joints. Though as I neared the end of the return of the out-and-back, my IT band was playing up. (Get it? Band-->playing? Ha.)
Seems when I have a run like that, my enthusiasm for ever running drains away. I'm sure it will return. It usually does when I see a dirt trailhead. But as of the here and now, the gray, flat concrete and asphalt encourages me to do nothing.