Earlier today I took a Memorial Day Run, thinking I could do a Running Commentary Post. Of course it is better to do these things right away, but as regular readers know, I do not always take the better course. So, some hours after the fact, here is my post about my run.
I usually like to wear an ARMY t-shirt on these occasions, but I could not take the time to look for one this morning. I put on a big blue shirt I wore a few days ago. I often grab a handy, semi-dirty shirt to run in. It was over halfway through my run that I remembered a few years ago hearing about a thing of wear blue and run for the fallen soldiers. So it seems I did the right thing without meaning to. That doesn’t happen very often!
My plan was to run up to Herkimer College, to the Veteran’s Memorial Park near the athletic field. I have done that before to honor the fallen, at least in my heart. Unfortunately, I have not been running enough lately, especially with the Boilermaker 15K looming, and as soon as I started, I questioned my ability.
Let me just pause to call bullshit on some people’s favorite snarky remark when I say I can’t do something: “Well, not with that attitude you can’t!” Every epic failure, and most minor failures I have had, and there have been many, I went into thoroughly convinced I could do the task at hand. Conversely, many of my successes have surprised even me. I said, “I’ll never be able to do this, but let me just try.”
And so it proved today. I just ran to the bottom of the back road (I would not even attempt running up the front way) to the college, which involved going up a small hill, which was not fun, but I made it.. There was a dead end street with a further slight incline. I thought I would run up that and back, to see how it went. Not too bad.
Well, just start up the hill, I thought. Make it partway and turn around. Just make it to the path into Brookfield Park. Then I thought to make it a little further. Just to that curve. Now I was so close to the college, it seemed foolish to turn around. After all, I did not have to go all the way to the Memorial, clear on the far side of campus, a gentler slope but still uphill.
Thus by gentle stages I coaxed my way to the Memorial. I even went a little beyond it to go behind the athletic field and run down the other side of campus to the steeper hill back down to the village.
I felt fairly pleased with myself for persevering. And now I feel pleased with myself for making a blog post about it.