I am not only having a Lame Post Friday blog post, my entire Friday is lame. However, it did not start out that way. It started out with a not too bad run, and I had thought to make a Friday Running Commentary.
The weather people forecast all kinds of bad stuff for today, but it did not seem to have started yet, so I got on my running stuff and got going. I was a little nervous, because the roads looked wet and the temperature was not very much above freezing, according to my thermostat, which often gives a higher temperature than what is actually out there. But I had not run since Monday. I may still register for the Boilermaker 15K. And I am not losing any weight!
Right away I felt some cold raindrops on my face. Oh swell. Was it freezing rain, the beginning of the wintry mix we had been promised? Never mind. I was out there, I would give it a shot. I kept to the roads, which had been sanded. As long as I felt something crunching under my sneakers, I felt all right. When I turned onto German Street and moved to the side of the road due to traffic, I felt one foot slide. Oh dear! But my old lady shuffling pace saved me. I stuck to the side streets after that.
Early on in my run, I felt a kind of time warp as I saw somebody’s Christmas tree at the curb. It didn’t look dried out or anything! Had these people kept watering it throughout January and most of February? Sometimes after a run I feel like collapsing on the curb and waiting for somebody to haul me away, but that was not the case today. The run felt pretty good, and I felt pretty good.
The better day to run would have been yesterday, when the roads were bare. However, I went over to my sister Cheryl’s, and played in the snow with her two grandkids. She and her son-in-law were chipping ice out of the gutter. The snow was the crunchy kind, crusted on top, soft underneath. It is an effort to walk around in such snow but so fun to make the crunch. The kids got the idea to make a snow fort using some of the ice-ish layer, you know, the part you crunch through. I helped them carry chunks of ice. It must have been good exercise, because I got quite out of breath.
I also helped find a couple of the sticks we decorated it with. Anyways, running on the sanded ice, crunching though the icy snow, I had two days of exercise. Will I manage to leave the house tomorrow? It will depend on what Mother Nature piles on us overnight!

















