I needed to go running this afternoon. For one reason, I did not run Tuesday or Wednesday, and my run on Monday was short (I counted my gardening on Tuesday as exercise, since I spent a goodly amount of time walking around carrying rocks) (no, I have no excuse for Wednesday, judge me if you must). Where was I? Ah yes, running off my frustrations, or rather making a blog post about how I attempted to do so.
It does not matter why I was frustrated; it is, in fact, the least interesting part of the story. Suffice it to say, I felt that some time spent beating up my body would do me good. So I changed into running gear, threw a load of laundry into the washing machine, and took off.
I had great hopes for this run, because my back was feeling much better than it did on Monday. However, once I started running, my legs started to feel awful. Well, that’s what I get for taking days off, I told myself. Just keep going.
So I did. The sun was warmer than I prefer, and soon sweat was seeping into my eyes. Ouch! Wasn’t that head band helping at all? Apparently not. I moved my glasses to wipe with my hands or my sleeves. Don’t touch your face, you advise? Good luck with that!
I got to smell one lilac bush and one patch of peonies, plus another peony on my cool-down walk. I had managed to run for a mere 20 minutes, with a 10 minute cool-down walk. Better than Monday, not as good as I had hoped. As far as my rotten mood, I guess it helped. A glass of chocolate milk (my usual recovery beverage) (it’s science, you know!), a cool shower, and a glass of wine (In that order) also helped.
Finishing a 300-word blog post is pretty good too. And tomorrow is Lame Post Friday! As always, I hope you’ll tune in.
Mohawk Valley Girl 