I may be segueing from All Boilermaker All The Time to All DARE 5K All The Time. In any case, I like to use Saturday morning’s run for Saturday’s post. I don’t know why I feel I must explain that every week, with perhaps a hint of an apology. I could probably write a full blog post on writers’ lack of confidence. Maybe next Lame Post Friday.
Be that as it may, I made up my mind to get up and run today. Of course I like to hang with my husband before he goes to work, but, I told myself, I have to run while the running’s good. In the fall and winter I can hang with Steven, then get on the road at 9 a.m. or later.
As I started out, I knew I was doing the right thing. It was cool! It felt great! Maybe I hadn’t lost all the running prowess I had developed training for the Boilermaker! Maybe I would run up the hill out Main Street. Yeah!
I decided against that. I have things to do today. I can’t do a hardcore run and spend the rest of the day flat on my back drinking Gator Ade and reading romance novels (although I did renew the biography of William Randolph Hearst I got at Basloe Library; I could read that). I thought, the hill by Valley Health Services will do me fine. I have three weeks before the DARE 5K to get hard core. I can spend this weekend being medium core.
It really wasn’t the least bit of a problem getting up the hill, so perhaps I should have been a little harder core. Oh well, too late now. Then as my run continued, I realized the cool temperature had been deceiving. Humidity was still high, and my run became increasingly less comfortable. Nevertheless, I hung in there.
At one point I crossed the street to run in some shade. A crow on a wire made an inquisitive noise that seemed to contain a veiled threat. Crows are scary anyways. They are big and mean. They are practically ravens, and you know the trouble Edgar Allen Poe had with a raven. Perhaps some bird lover will tell me that I am quite wrong about crows. They are really very nice, sweet birds, and are in fact nothing like ravens, which Poe was wrong about anyways. Well, if any bird lover wants to so inform me, I am open to new information.
When I ran through Meyers Park, I saw portions of some big stick sticking out of two trash cans. I wondered if it was the big stick the rough boys were hitting each other with the other day when Steven, Tabby and I walked through the park (see previous blog post entitled, “In my Defense, It Was a Big Stick”). I was pleased to see nobody was hitting anybody with the stick (well, I guess it was sticks now), but there was no need to throw it in the trash. Wood is biodegradable. At the very least, it should be put with yard waste for the village to pick up. I left it where it was though. I don’t go digging through the trash.
My run was a little longer than Thursday’s and I felt pretty good afterwards. I feel I can run the 5K; I’m just not sure how I’ll feel afterwards. So that is my goal now: to not feel like crap after the DARE 5K. Oh, and to have some more Mohawk Valley adventures so I don’t do posts about running every day.
Mohawk Valley Girl 