Remember Saturday Running Commentary? I would get up on a Saturday morning, go for a run, then write a blog post about it. I have recently re-started running AGAIN, and I would like to do a Saturday Running Commentary post. For one reason, if I do not make my blog post this morning, there is every chance I will not get to it later. I do not want to break my streak! Um, that is, my streak of blogging. I have never actually been streaking; sorry if that gave you an unfortunate mental image.
When I woke up this morning, I thought I would not run. I must recruit my energies for Deadly Night Life, the murder mystery being presented at Salisbury Grange this afternoon. However, after drinking some coffee and contemplating my day, I decided to go. It could be a short run. It will never be a fast run. I could do this.
I thought I would run the way I walked to the Elk Lodge on Thursday. It was an indirect route, amounting to about a half a mile. Then I could keep going till it was a mile. At least I would go a mile. Maybe more. Maybe 20 minutes. No pressure. Up to German Street and turn right. I went as far as the path over what used to be a hydraulic canal, one of my favorite places to walk or run.
The spots are a little faded now.
I did not “Step, “March,” “Tiptoe,” etc. as advised by the printing at each painting. I may do so if I ever walk the path with my great niece and nephew. I continued to go through the County Office Building parking lot, so I could defy a couple of Do Not Enter signs. Regular readers know how I love to do that.
Running past the Elks Lodge (which I cannot find a photo of in my Media Library, nor can I find a Do Not Enter sign), I saw a lady walking a cute dog. I called good morning and asked if I could pet her dog. The poocher was certainly eager to be petted. The lady said it was a good reason to take a little break from a jog.
“It encourages me to keep going,” I told her. We wished each other a nice day and moved on. It is always a good run when I get to pet a dog.
I continued past my beloved Herkimer Historic Four Corners, going close to the 1834 Jail, so Chester Gilette could look out the window at me.
I thank whoever put him in the window!
I ended up running for 20 minutes. I can’t tell you how much over a mile it was, because my Garmin is across the room from me, and I am recruiting my energies. I have a murder mystery today, you know!
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