I tell myself: It could have been worse; it could have been Two Minute Tuesday.
I have been meaning to up my running game (and all my other games too, quite frankly, but let us take one game at a time). After my unfortunate experience at the Utica Boilermaker 15K, I have not been having an easy time running, last Sunday’s unintended hour-long run notwithstanding (I mentioned that in a blog post, I am sure). I keep thinking if I just persevere, I can get my mojo back. So I made up my mind to run today.
I did not get right into sports bras and on the road today. First I had to send a couple of texts to my sister Diane. We went on the South Beach Diet together starting today. It is a great motivator to have somebody to compare notes with. Full disclosure: I have to get my diet mojo back, too.
Of course I practiced my usual multi-task of putting in laundry while I ran. For one reason, I am out of clean work pants. However, if the diet mojo returns, perhaps I will be able to fit into some previously worn trousers. In the meantime, a little exercise never hurts.
Off I went, and I did feel a little off. Or a lot. So old and thunky! When I see people they tend to smile at me. I suppose they are thinking, “Isn’t that nice, that old lady is trying to run.” I can use all the good will I can get.
I changed my mind several times about which way to run, where to turn, and which side of the street to run on. One thing I did not worry about was my speed, or rather lack thereof. I often say that what I do is called running only by the most generous definition of the term. And what, I ask you, is wrong with a little generosity once in a while?
The run started to feel less thunky as I went. I never stopped huffing and puffing, but I did not feel I was in distress. The shadier spots definitely felt better than the sunny ones. A couple of times I crossed in the middle of the street to take advantage of a tree’s shadow that reached across.
I ended up running for 20 minutes and felt pretty pleased with myself. I do not know how far I ran, because I misplaced my Garmin. I say I don’t worry about how fast I run, but it is nice to know. Additionally, I remember my Two Mile Tuesdays before the Boilermaker. I guess I didn’t have one of those today.