I went for a run this morning and thought to do a Running Commentary Post. Full disclosure: I was trying to run away from the depression that threatens to overwhelm me. In the immortal words of Young Frankenstein: It! Could! Work! (If you do not get the reference, I encourage you to seek out Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein) (I would really like to insert a picture of Gene Wilder, which I know is somewhere in my Media Library, but I do not feel up to searching for it)
I set out before breakfast but after coffee. My legs were almost immediately shrieking at me, “We didn’t sign up for this!” I reminded them that they did too sign up for it (at least, I signed them up which is practically the same thing), that they had run for 30 minutes two days ago and walked for longer than that yesterday. To no avail. They impersonated overcooked macaroni for the entire run. However, if nothing else, I know how to persevere. To an extent.
I couldn’t blame him for taking a good look.
It was soon clear this was not going to be a 30 minute run. However, I encouraged myself to at least make it a mile. Maybe even 20 minutes. All I wanted was to sit down. I ran through Meyers Park, wondering if I shouldn’t just go home from there. I have a picture of Meyers Park in my Media Library, I thought. It will look good in the blog post. Then I thought I could run past the post office and up to my beloved Herkimer Historical Four Corners.
Oh, my body did not want to! But through persuasion and stubbornness, I kept going. I thought of cutting through parking lots in back of my four corners, to make a shorter run, but then I thought, No! Run by the 1834 Jail and let Chester Gilette take a good look! After some internal debate, Chester won. I didn’t even cut a small corner and run over the memorial bricks which help finance jail restoration (note to self: I must sponsor a brick in honor of my late husband, Steve).
So the run was just over 20 minutes, about a mile and a third. Chester was the only picture I could readily find in my Media Library, so my blog post only has one illustration. However, I see I am approaching 400 words. It is much easier to type than to run, but then, I only have two legs but I have ten fingers. As always, I thank you for tuning in.
Mohawk Valley Girl 
Really appreciate this honest, humorous take on running! Sometimes, that morning jog feels like a mix of therapy and battle. And you’re right—those little debates with our legs really resonate! I loved the nod to Young Frankenstein too—Mel Brooks’ humor is always a classic comfort. Here’s to powering through, even when we feel like ‘overcooked macaroni.’ Thanks for sharing! https://textinvisible.com/
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Thanks for the encouraging comment!