I’ve gotten a little obsessed with running lately. It could be because my writing has not been going so well, especially this blog. I say that because I have been sitting here for at least twenty minutes, alternately staring at the blank screen and typing in/backspacing out partial sentences. (In fact, I am sternly forbidding myself from backspacing out what I just wrote, because, dammit, I want to make a blog post!)
All this by way of saying, here is another Running Commentary post, even though I just did one two days ago, and I do not even have the excuse of an upcoming race (no Boilermaker 15K for me this year!). I did not run yesterday, because my knees hurt and I had this weird pain in one hip joint. It was a really bad pain when I bent certain ways. I came home and took a warm bath in epsom salts which helped. I also took some ibuprofen before bed, so my legs were better today. I really wanted to run while I was at work (run away from work? Not a bad idea…). I even thought I might go running in the rain, which was predicted.
It was raining as I left work. When I got home, I said, “I’m not running in the rain! I’m having a glass of wine!” Don’t judge me. Anyways, I only drank half the wine and decided to go running in the rain. It seemed to have died down a little; maybe it would stop. Steven said it was very energetic of me, but after all, I did not intend to run very fast.
And right away, the run was not too bad, although the rain did not stop. My knees twinged a little, but I’m used to that by now. I dodged around puddles and ignored the water spots that soon covered my glasses. Eventually I tried to find a dry spot on my shirt to wipe off my glasses. I had to do this several times. I was impressed that I could find a spot, but I guess my handle-bar hips created a shield while I ran into the rain. Or something like that.
It was not till well into the run that my feet started to go “squish” in my sneakers. Then I stopped worrying about dodging around the puddles. I was just so delighted that my legs felt fine and my breathing was not problem. How weird was that! My Monday run was terrible! I didn’t run at all on Tuesday! I can’t worry about why these things happen; I just enjoy them when they do.
I ended up running for 35 minutes, the time of my longest run so far (this latest spate of running). As I walked my cool-down, the rain started to get on my nerves. I was sopping wet, of course. No matter. I ran. It was a good run. And now I have typed in a blog post. Is it a good blog post? I can’t worry about these things! Happy Wednesday, everyone.
Mohawk Valley Girl 