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Early Run, Late Blog Post

If I make my Saturday post late (which I am in the process of doing), I am at least doing better than I did last week, when I missed Saturday and Sunday entirely.  Why do I feel the need to emphasize my failures?  Why don’t I just drive on and hope nobody notices?  There is a very good chance nobody will, and an even better chance that nobody cares.  So what’s my problem? Never mind, let us get on with the post.

My Lame Post Friday post ended up being about my Saturday morning run, so I will feel free to talk about my Sunday morning run now.  For one reason, I took a couple of pictures on my cool-down walk.  That should pep things up.

First, however, I will share something I did not mention from yesterday’s run. I had just returned to the suburbs (I call them the suburbs) from the church parking lot where I got a good look at the moon.  It was a dark patch, because of the full trees and lack of street lights (they are kind of spaced out).  Did I see a flash of light?  Then another?

“Good morning,” said a voice, and I saw it was a guy running.

“Hello,” I said.  “I wondered what that flashing light was!”  He laughed.  I have a red flashing light I attach to my road guard vest, but I rarely turn it on.  It does a continuous light or flashing, so that is kind of fun.

This morning, I started my run earlier, so the moon was higher in the sky.  My husband Steve’s nephew, when he was a little boy, used to call it the Moon-a-Moolah, so that is how I think of it.  However, I thought I would not see the Moon-a-Moolah this morning due to cloud cover.  As I ran down German Street, I thought I could see where it was behind some clouds.  Would they clear enough to give me  glimpse?  I did not get my hopes up.

Fortunately for me, I was wrong about that.  As I continued my run, the cloud moved, and I could glory in a full view of the moon.  Yay!  I purposely turned down a road so I was running straight towards it.  Eventually I had to turn, and the moon was to my left.  I turned my head, taking care to also watch where I was going.  I was less successful with that, although I suppose I could also blame the darkness.  At one point, I missed seeing where the road dipped down till my foot thunked lower than I expected it to.  Ouch!  It wasn’t so bad, though, so no harm, no foul.

I kept the Moon-a-Moolah in sight as long as I could but eventually had to head back home.  The clouds were starting the cover the moon again anyways.  I ran for as long as I did yesterday but not for as far.  I set a slower pace.  As I walked my cool-down walk, I told myself that there was no law I had to walk all the way around the block or for a full ten minutes.  However, I did admire the moon again and took the opportunity to take a picture with my phone.

A little hazy but nice.

The moon was not clear even to my eyes, so I did not worry that my phone doesn’t always take the best pictures.  I tried for a close-up, then took one that showed more of the neighborhood.

The sun was starting to take over for the moon.

I enjoy starting my runs in the dark and finishing them in the light.  I also enjoy writing blog posts about them.

 

Lame Post? Running Commentary? Non-Sequitur? Anyways, It’s Late But Here It Is!

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.

 

I Run and Blog on the Same Day!

I thought I would attempt a Running Commentary Post in lieu of the threatened Wuss-out Wednesday.  For one reason,  I ran.  As regular readers know,  what I do is called running only by the most generous definition of the term.  Then again, generosity is an admirable quality, most of the time.

I was a little later getting started than my usual after-work runs, because my husband, Steve, and I had to drop my car off to be inspected (luckily for me, they are not inspecting it for lack of clutter, but I digress).  However, I did not talk myself out of it but put on running gear and set out.

And right away could not make up my mind of where to go.  I started to turn right onto German Street but saw a group of pedestrians ahead so turned around and headed left.  This set me up for my old faithful weekday run:  down German to Caroline Street,  then across Park Avenue (ooh!) to Margaret, up Margaret back to German, down Henry, and eventually back home.

When I got to Caroline, I changed things up by crossing the street and continuing on German.  I don’t usually do that, because it tends to be a busy intersection.  I don’t imagine anybody would hit me, but I like to give myself every advantage.

It was not bad weather for a run, but I found it much more pleasant in the shade. After hooking around German Street near the high school, I chose which streets and which side of the street based on where the shade was. I had it in my head to run for 20 minutes.  I am up to 33 on my weekend runs but have only managed 17 during the week.  You see, I am building myself back up slowly and gently.

I managed 20 minutes without too much trouble, which makes me feel encouraged about future runs.  I might be ready for a 5K by September, if one comes my way. Dare I dream of the Utica Boilermaker 15K in 2023?  It’s a possibility!

In the meantime,  I am over 300 words and am making my Wednesday blog post ON Wednesday!  I feel inordinately pleased with myself.

 

I Didnt Miss My Saturday Run

You have to have the crap runs to get to the good ones.  That is what I tell myself, at any rate.  Well, it stands to reason.  If I stopped running just because it didn’t feel terrific, I would not run very far very often.  Sometimes it feels better as I go.  Sometimes it feels better by the third or fourth day in a row.  Sometimes it feels really, really good when I am taking my cool down walk.

Where was I going with this?  Ah yes, trying to make my Saturday Running Commentary Post on Sunday morning.  I got lazy as the day went on yesterday and did not make my blog post.  It was remiss of me.  In my defense, I ran, did some laundry, cleaned parts of my house, and walked for about an hour, all in the sweltering heat and humidity. Oh, stop playing that miniature violin! I wasn’t whining, I was trying to make myself feel better for not posting!  It didn’t work.

But I digress.  The point is, I am running again, after two months off (at least I walked, and felt pretty good about that, but I think we’ve been over this). I ran last Sunday, Tuesday, and Friday, then yesterday and today. I walked Monday before work.  I am still waiting for it to feel terrific, but I have had moments of it feeling not too bad.  Sometimes you have to take what you can get.

On the weekday runs, after work, I haven’t asked more than 15 minutes of myself.  I met the goal Tuesday and exceeded it Friday (not by much, but still).  For the weekends, I thought to start with 20 minutes and exceeded that, too.  I went a little further this weekend than last, so I am reasonably content with my progress.

Are there any community runs in my future?  I hope so but have as yet not looked too far ahead.  At least this gives me something else to blog about.  Ooh, look: I AM over 300 words, and it wasn’t about Love’s Labour’s Lost!  As always, thank you for tuning in.

 

Running Into Bad Attituesday

Today is definitely Bad Attituesday. My attitude is TERRIBLE! At the same time, I realize all my problems are petty, foolish, and for the most part due to Operator Error. So nobody needs to shame me.

But never mind all that. I went for a run and hoped to make a Running Commentary Post. The run, I must confess, was more of a trudge. That’s OK, though, because I used to have a feature called The Tuesday Trudge.

I have been having the damnedest time getting back into running, but I do not despair. Saturday and Sunday I ran for just over two miles. Maybe not so great compared to others or even to what I used to be able to do, but you can make yourself crazy with comparisons. I did not run yesterday, because, well, Monday. I was feeling discouraged today (long story, not very interesting) so went in search of endorphins.

And I did not find any. I ran slow. I ran thunkily (autocorrect does not think thunkily is not a word, but I stand by it). However, I ran up a small hill. Go, me! I ran perpendicular to the hill up to Herkimer College (HCCC to natives). I saw another runner going towards it. I was all set to yell something like, “Go, you! Up that hill!” but he turned off. I did not blame him, but I promised myself I would run up that hill again. Just not today.

At one point, I reminded myself how sometimes my runs do not start to really feel good till at least 20 minutes in. That was a problem, since I have not been able to achieve 20 minutes in a week-day run for some time now.

I can’t say today’s run ever felt terrific, but I did keep going for 21 minutes, over a mile and a half (yes, that is a very slow rate; we have already established that I am a slow runner, you do not need to belabor the point). As I said, no endorphins yet, but one must work up to these things.

On the brighter side, I am over 350 words. That is pretty good after missing four days. Perhaps I can improve my blogging, my running, and my attitude.

Was It a Self-Indulgent Run?

I thought I would do a Running Commentary Post. For one reason, I went running. As I freely admit, what I do is called running only by the most generous definition of the term. However, I was out on the sidewalk moving my feet and putting in effort. I feel I deserve some credit at least.

It was a pretty afternoon with bright sunlight and bare pavement. The temperature was less inviting, but I put on leggings, long sleeves, gloves, and a knitted headband. This would be fine. I set out with modest goals and high hopes of meeting them.

I had reckoned without the wind. Where did that come from? And did it have to be right in my face? Apparently it did, because it seemed to change direction almost every time I did. I don’t think I felt it at my back the entire run. I know this is not logical, but how do you explain it? We all know I do not run fast enough to create my own wind resistance.

The best I could do was to keep plodding along as best I could. I decided 15 minutes would be acceptable. It was more than a mile. Stop judging me! I told you in the first paragraph I run slow! My cool down walk was also shorter than usual, eight minutes instead of ten.

As I walked my cool down, I told myself I could feel good about getting out there at all. Then, being me, I questioned whether I was being self-indulgent or at least unambitious. Was I, in essence, giving myself one of those despised Participation Trophies? As I type this in now, I feel these questions are best left for Lame Post Friday, the proper home for half-baked philosophy.

In the meantime, I have made my Tuesday post on Tuesday. At the risk of being self-indulgent, I say, “Yay, me!”

Tired Post, Small Victory

This will be a Tired Tuesday Post, because, well, I am. I went for a run earlier, thinking to do a Running Commentary Post. Perhaps I could manage a Tired Running Commentary.

I spent part of my drive home from work rationalizing why I did not need to go running today. The other part was spent deciding that I did not need a rationalization; I could just decide not to run. Then I got home, put on running clothes, and got going. I put in a load of laundry before I went, which regular readers know is my favorite multi-task.

It was cold. Not too cold, really. My face and my fingers suffered. I could pull my fingers into the big part of my gloves and make fists, but there was no help for my face (cue unkind remarks like, “Ain’t that the truth!”). No matter. All I had to do was keep going.

And “keep going” was pretty much all I did manage to do. I did not run fast, I did not go up any hills, and I did not keep going for very long. Still, I thought 20 minutes and a mile and a half was good enough.

This is hardly up to my usual Running Commentary standards. No description of anything I saw, no anecdotes about people I spoke to or dogs I petted, no amusing (to me at least) inner dialogue. I apologize for that.

The point is, I ran, I made a blog post, and I did a load of laundry (I did manage to put it in the drier after the run) (fold it? Good God, what miracles do you want from me?). I must celebrate what small victories I can.

I Ran! I Blogged!

I have not made a Running Commentary Post in a long time. That could be because I have not been running much lately. What can I say? It turns out I am really good at talking myself out of doing things. Um, some things. I can almost never talk myself out of, for example, eating cookies. But let us not speak of these things. I want to blog about my run.

The weather was conducive: not too cold and not precipitating. I got myself into running clothes, put a load of laundry in the washer (the extent of my ability to multi-task), and set out.

Immediately I regretted not wearing my reflective vest or ARMY shirt with a reflective decal. The sidewalks were not uniformly clear. I knew I would want to spend some time in the road, and I like to give myself every advantage. Well, I would just have to be extra careful.

I turned left onto German Street, so I could be left-side-facing-traffic in the road. There was a nice stretch of no cars coinciding with some icy-looking sidewalk. How often does that work out? When I hopped back to the sidewalk, I had to dodge onto grass to avoid a couple puddles. I hooked around and tried to spend the rest of my run on less busy streets.

The best thing about the run was all the Christmas lights still up. How I will miss them! I feel I have not taken enough runs, walks, and drives to enjoy the lights sufficiently. However, I feel that way almost every year. I can’t spend all my time looking at lights, after all.

I changed my mind about which way to go several times but was delighted to go by a house with lots of lights and the homeowner outside.

“I have to tell you, the lights are lovely,” I said as I ran by.

“Thank you very much,” he said.

“Thank YOU!” I replied.

It was a short but enjoyable run. Perhaps as I get back into blogging regularly, I can also get back into running.

I Don’t Rock the Iron Rock

So I ran the four and a half mile Iron Rock Run, and I am not sure what I can say about it. As I was actually running it, I was not having as much fun as I has hoped. For one reason, it was hot and sunny. There was not enough shade and not enough breeze.

Still, one must put up with these things. I was running faster than my accustomed pace, but that is normal for race days, I think for most people. I wore my Garmin so kept checking my speed, time and distance. I kept telling myself it was OK to slow down, but I tried not to do so.

The dogs did not run.

Steve took this shot while waiting for me to cross the finish line. We petted those nice labradoodles before the race. He thought he had gotten a picture of me running, but apparently he did not.

After the race we sat in Iron Rock Brewing Company and listened to a band. There was to be another band later, but we did not stay. I wanted to go home and shower.

They were good.

On our way out, I took a picture of the sign with the band’s name. It occurred to me that people don’t write things down any more; we just take pictures.

I’ll catch Jimmy Wolf another time.

I don’t rule out doing the Iron Rock Run again, if they make it an annual thing. I’ll try to train a little better next time.

Ready to Run?

Look at me, making my Tired Tuesday post on Tuesday. I hope. Or as I like to call it Itsonlyfreakingtuesday. Only I don’t always say “freaking.” But never mind my whining. I went running today so thought a Running Commentary post might be possible.

I was determined to go running today, because I have a four and a half mile run in Little Falls, NY on Saturday. It is the Iron Rock Run at Iron Rock Brewing Company, directed by Rock City Runners. I believe beer will be involved.

Taken on a recent visit there.

I had been beating myself up for not running yesterday, when temperatures were more moderate and humidity lower. Still, this afternoon did not seem as uncomfortable as this morning’s weather forecast seemed to threaten. I got into my gear and went.

My first thought was, I am never going to be able to run for four miles on Saturday! I was skeptical of my ability to keep it up very long today. Just keep going, I told myself. I had it in mind to go on a long run with a major hill, but I found myself revising my plans.

I had also miscalculated the humidity. It was indeed muggy; I just had not really felt it till I started moving. Oh well, a little sweat never hurt anybody. I persevered.

I ran up a couple hills, not the major impressive ones, but I found them challenging. I hung in for just over two and a quarter miles, 30 minutes (yes, it’s slow, what do you want from a middle-aged, overweight shuffler?). It became less painful as I went, although I did ask a little girl to give me a ride home in her plastic car (I think she actually might have tried to). I petted one nice dog.

On the whole, not a bad run. I can’t say I have a whole lot of confidence about Saturday, but we shall see. At least I hope today’s run helped me be a little more prepared.