Good things happen all at once. Just when this blog ought to become All G.R.A.V.E. All The Time, I find it also must become All Fireman 5K All The Time. Yes, this Saturday, Oct. 14 I shall run a 5K in the morning and act in a murder mystery in the evening. I know, that’s not a huge lot on my plate (I know YOU probably do more before breakfast) (you know who you are), but you know how easily I get flustered. I just got back from running and must study my lines for tonight’s rehearsal. However, I shall first attempt a Running Commentary post in order to avoid Wrist to Forehead Sunday later.
It was pouring rain when we got up this morning. I was guiltily happy to postpone my run. I even wondered if the rain would keep up enough to make an indoor run on the mini-tramp eligible. For one reason, I never finished watching the John Barrymore silent of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde that I started watching the last time I ran on the mini-tramp. However, the rain soon stopped. When I stepped out on the front porch to get the newspaper, I noticed how muggy it was. Yikes! I hate a muggy run, and it’s October, for heavens’ sake! However, after Steven left for work shortly before nine, I suppressed my feelings of ill-usage and got into running clothes.
I sought out the loosest shirt I could find, which was a large, low-cut, sleeveless t-shirt I wear when I go swimming (for a bathing suit, I wear spandex shorts, a sports bra, and that shirt to cover my fat gut). My sports bras showed, so I made sure I wore colors that didn’t clash with light pink: hot pink and grey. I know I will never look like anything but a plodding, overweight middle-aged lady when I run, but at least my colors are coordinated. I further decided to run with a bottle of water in my hand. I felt desperately thirsty by the end of yesterday’s run. Also, I planned to run to Herkimer College, which would bring me right near the spring, for a re-fill.
Oh, it was warm and muggy. There were puddles to dodge around. I had taken the precaution of wearing an older pair of running shoes, so that was all right. Still, I don’t need all that dirty water splashing up my legs, so I dodged. I felt tired and ploddy, so I decided to run up to the college the back way. It is longer but less steep. Also, it is in a wooded area, so there might be shade. I treasure shade. By the way, I do not care if ploddy is a word or not, it is how I felt.
As I approached the road I wanted, I noticed a new sign saying “Do Not Enter.” Score! I could feel like a rebel! The little sign below said, “Authorized vehicles only,” so I figured it was only closed to vehicular traffic. I thought they would not object to a ploddy, overweight, middle-aged lady, especially on a Sunday. As I plodded up the road, moving just fast enough that I could pretend to myself it was a run, I saw they are doing work on it. I made a note to myself to keep running this way on occasion, so I can mark their progress.
My body was not loving this run. However, one must persevere, especially when one has a 5K to run in less than a week (yikes!). Actually, you can ignore that parenthetical comment; I have no reason to “yike,” I am in plenty good shape for a 5K. I don’t expect to get a good time, but I feel sure I will have a good time, if you see what I mean. As I often observe, one must push through the bad runs to get to the good ones. This run was not horrible, at least, not yet. I continued on up Reservoir Road, which is uphill but more of a gentle slope. I still struggled a little, but you’ll have that. Finally I was crossing over and starting on my way down.
And that was when it got horrible. The sun had come out and was reflecting off the wet pavement like a wide, bright beam of headache. If I had been wearing my polarized sunglasses and wearing a hat with a brim, I’d have been fine. As it was, yikes (here I have good reason to “yike”)! Still, I didn’t see anything I could do but keep going and hope for a cloud. Twice I was able to in the grass and take advantage of the shade offered by a row of trees. Ah, I love to go off-road on occasion (I know some people mean something different than that, and I like those runs too). At last I got to Lou Ambers Drive, where the trees offered some shade.
Of course the shade did not last. However, a handy cloud gave some temporary relief, and as always, I tried to count my blessings. Another blessing is the wide shoulder on that road, because a couple of cars were coming up it. This is why I like to run on sidewalks when possible. Occasionally the wind would pick up, and that was another blessing. It was not enough to dry my sweat, but I was sweating profusely. Sorry if that gives you an unfortunate mental image (but not real sorry).
I ran for 44 minutes, which was last week’s time. Normally I try to up it by 10 percent each week, but today I must recruit my energies for this afternoon’s G.R.A.V.E. rehearsal. Additionally, it should take me less than 44 minutes to run the 5K, so I can feel confident about that. If the headache the bright sun gave me goes away (can’t say the sun never gave me nuthin’), my life will be perfect.