Hello, and welcome to another late Lame Post Friday post (ooh, it is weird not to be ten-fingered typing and not have the predictive text thingy making suggestions). In my defense, and I suppose it is not much of one, I was cheering up my friend Kim, or she was cheering me up, I guess. This involved sitting on my front porch, sipping wine, and having a lot of laughs. What would I do without my friends? It does not bear thinking about.
Be that as it may, I am sitting at the dining-room-table-top (which used to be a laptop, as regular readers may recall), having my first cup of coffee of the day. I have been up for almost two hours, so the coffee is extremely welcome. I went running for just over three and a quarter miles in 44 minutes. Yay, me! Stretching with my recovery beverage of chocolate milk (yum!), a soapy shower (with hair wash!), and a search for something to wear (note to self: do laundry) took up the rest of my morning so far.
Just a quick note about the parenthetical comment about “hair wash” (does that make this Non-Sequitur Saturday?): since my hair got so long, I do not shampoo it every day. Some days I put on a shower cap and it makes my showers a whole lot quicker. I suppose most readers are not interested in my follicular gyrations, so I’ll shut up now (but only about that).
One reason I wanted to go for my run early was to see the full harvest moon. I love the moon! Actually, any time of the month I enjoy to start my run in the dark and end it in the light, but the full moon was a definite added attraction. I saw it from my upstairs hall window when I first got up and said, “Yes!”
As I ran toward German Street, I could just see it disappearing behind some trees. Damn! I ran down Germany, hoping for a break in the branches. I ran faster than I normally would have, because I was afraid the moon was setting and I would miss it entirely. On I went, catching flashes of it now and then. Oh wait, that was a street light. Damn! Up the hill by Valley Health, would I have better luck in the suburbs? That is what I call the residential area behind Valley Health, next to Herkimer College (formerly known as HCCC).
Into the suburbs I went. Oh, there was the moon! If I could just get to the end of the street I was on, I could see it beyond those trees. Aaaand, it disappeared behind a house. Stupid house! I turned a corner and kept hoping. I could almost see it as I approached what I thought was the end of a dead-end street, then discovered the street in fact turns into the parking lot of a church. There was the moon!
Running into the parking lot, I could see the full moon in a break in the trees. Beautiful! I turned my head to keep seeing it, knowing that was not the brightest thing to do. My knee still has a scar from when I was looking at somebody’s yard and tripped on the sidewalk (these things take a long time to heel when you are my age) (middle). I looped around and admired the moon some more. Luckily it was a smooth parking lot.
Well, look at me, approaching 600 words. I guess my Lame Post Friday post morphed into a Running Commentary. I don’t think there is anything wrong with that. For one thing, I wanted to share my story about the moon. I am off now to plan my Saturday of adventures. I hope to make a blog post ab0ut it later.