I thought of a better headline at the beginning of my run, but I do not remember it. Perhaps I could if I really thought about it, but I am strangely disinclined to do so. I like the headline I used better. For one reason, it kind of tells it all. Now I don’t have to write the post.
Oh, OK, I’ll write the blog post.
This afternoon I got a graphic demonstration of why we are not supposed to run twice in four days then not at all for ten. Of course I already knew this, but what else could I do? It was too late to go running on the ten days past. As I ran, I thought it would have been a better idea to walk. For one reason, the roads and sidewalks were TERRIBLE with puddles and ice. For a walk, I could have worn my flood boots and waded through the puddles. And it probably would have felt a lot better than my shuffling run. However, by the time I thought of this, that ship, too, had sailed.
Some of you may be thinking, “Hmm, blogger’s sick day yesterday, going running today, was she goldbricking?” I assure you I was not. In fact, I wasn’t feeling a whole lot better for most of the day, but I thought a little exercise might help. Also, I needed something to write a blog post about.
I spent most of my run on the roads, avoiding deep puddles by running practically in the middle of the road. I tried to stick to quiet streets, but there was still traffic. At one point, I tried to run around a car stopped at a stop sign and almost ran right in front of a truck turning left onto that street. I put both hands on my head in a gesture of distress, as an apology to the stopped car, which I was directly in front of at the moment. I don’t know if you can picture it, but I laughed at myself. I can only hope the drivers were similarly amused.
My legs did not thank me for the exercise, but I was not looking for gratitude. As I walked my cool-down walk, I felt only a kind of a dull satisfaction that I had done it at all. That was when I saw a lady ahead of me on the sidewalk, and it looked as if she was walking a dog. I felt that petting a nice dog would make the whole thing better, but she was far ahead of me. Luckily, the dear little doggy (as I thought of him) stopped to sniff enough that by walking quickly, I was able to catch up.
It was my friend Pudge the pug! I was delighted to pet him again. I have not seen him in a long time. I chatted briefly with his person, wished her a good day, and finished my walk. Oh, I was tired, and when I stretched, I was stiff. Well, these are the runs we must live through to get to the good ones. Sorry about this dull post, but I’ll make sure I write about the good runs, too.
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