You know, you can almost always talk yourself out of running. More difficult to talk yourself into almost anything. The best method I’ve found is to quietly put on the running clothes and get out the door without too much said.
Actually, some stuff was said, to Steven and in my head. We saw on WKTV news this morning that there was a Run to End Hunger on the Utica, NY Parkway this morning. I believe news personality Don Shipman intended to run in it (actually, he is probably running even as I type this. Go, Don!). I know some places do a Turkey Trot around this time. All that notwithstanding, I ran alone and I liked it.
Steven pointed out that it is still dark at six in the morning.
“That’s OK; I’ll wear my reflective belt. I know where it is,” I said. Then I almost forgot it. Back upstairs to get it, which had the added advantage that I lured Tabby away from the door, where she was standing hopefully. Tabby does not like to run with me but neither does she like to be left out. I can understand the emotion.
Finally I was off, in the dark in the cold. I had taken the precaution of wearing leggings, long-sleeved ARMY t-shirt, sweatshirt and knitted toque (you know how it’s pronounced). I could not find my mittens, but the sweatshirt sleeves were long enough to pull down over my hands.
And right away, it wasn’t too bad. My legs were not mad at me. My lungs were breathing in a perfectly normal fashion. In short, I could rock this.
I looked at all the houses as I ran by, hoping to see a few lights on. I never like to run, walk or drive by all dark houses. I feel too lonely. I thought some people might be up this early putting their turkeys in the oven. I bet my mom was. Every time I saw a light, I thought, “You go, turkey cooker!”
I ran up the hill by Valley Health. No problem! I ran by more dark houses. Then one with no lights on, but a television running. It made an eerie blue glow from some angles. I enjoy an eerie blue glow. Let’s keep that Halloween spirit going!
As I type this, I have to realize, it was rather an uneventful run. But it felt AWESOME! I could have kept going for HOURS! Of course I did no such thing. I stopped after a sensible amount of time, and Tabby graciously joined me for a cool down walk around the block.
The sun was up by now, so I felt better and better. What a great time to run, I thought. It was dark, and now it’s not. I feel TERRIFIC! Then I thought, I’m going to post that as my Facebook status when I get home. I did.
So that was the start of my Thanksgiving morning. And now I’m thinking, maybe the bad runs are better for the blog. The good ones can make for, I’m sorry, kind of a boring post. Not to worry, though. I’m sure I’ll be more ate up in the future. Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!
Mohawk Valley Girl 