At least I have a good reason to be tired tonight: I went running. Although, considering the pace (slow) and distance (short) I managed, perhaps I don’t have a good reason but merely a lame excuse. What a situation when it is NOT Lame Post Friday! Never mind. My plan was to do a Running Commentary post in lieu of the threatened Wuss-out Wednesday. Let’s see how I do.
I was actually pretty impressed with myself that I automatically went upstairs to put on running clothes and gather laundry (I love to multi-task like that on mid-week runs). I had had the vague plan to run, of course, since I had not run Monday or Tuesday (rain was my excuse those days). I knew it would be a pity not to run, since I had run both Saturday and Sunday last. I really want to get my running mojo back (and my writing mojo, and my house cleaning mojo, and any other number of mojos I have lost, but let us not digress) (and I truly thought “mojo” was a word, but my computer does not). Where was I? Ah yes, putting laundry in and getting out to run.
It was the first day this week that felt like May. At work, we have all been griping about the blankety-blank cold (only we don’t say “blankety-blank”) (in our defense, we work in a factory). Where was I? Ah yes, in shorts and short sleeves in the sunshine. I forgot to put on a headband. I knew I would not need it to keep my ears warm but thought I might need it to absorb forehead sweat. Oh well, I would just make the best of it. I hate to turn around and start a run again.
Right away the run felt terrible. I’ve had a bit of a sore muscle in one thigh since Sunday, which is to be expected when one has not gone running for a while. I encouraged myself to persevere. Just go for 20 minutes, I thought. Then I thought, my weekend runs had only been 24 minutes. Maybe 15 minutes would be OK. No, no, not 15, I argued. Well, maybe 15, I wheedled. Just keep going.
So I just kept going. I admired some tulips and other flowers. I especially like the wild violets, purple or white. I even enjoy dandelions, although I am allergic to them. Personally, I prefer a lawn that is not manicured to purely grass and nothing else. I like a more natural look. One nice thing about running around the village (Herkimer, NY, where I live) is that you get to see a wide variety of yards.
I had to really push myself to get the full 20 minutes, but I did it. Full disclosure: I also had to push myself to get this blog post written, and I left out a lot of the narration in my head, with which I entertained myself while I ran. Oh well, there’s no saying my gentle readers would find it as entertaining as I did. However, it kept me going, so I feel pleased with myself. And I did not entirely wuss out on my blog post. So I say, Yay, me. And if anybody wants to shake their head (or their finger or their booty, of course) and say something like, “It takes so little to please some people,” feel free.
Mohawk Valley Girl 