I started writing a real post while at work today (YES, I was on a break, don’t go running to my boss!). Then I got home and went running, and I’d like to do a Running Commentary instead.
I was thinking when I left work that it would be a good idea to run. For one reason, I haven’t run for the last two days (judge me if you must). For another reason, it was almost warm out. As I walked to my vehicle I pondered whether I should run in shorts or leggings. When I got home I noted that our thermostat said it was 50 degrees outside. That is definitely shorts weather for me, although it had seemed like legging weather as I left work. Spunky wanted to go for a walk, so I had another chance to think about it.
Spunky went down the driveway as far as the neighbors’ front yard and pee’d, while their dog, Piper, barked at him from their front window. Then Spunky led me firmly back to our house. He is definitely not the walker Tabby was. That was all right, though, because I had to get out and running before I ran out of ambition. I went with the thermostat and put on shorts and short sleeves. I chose an ARMY t-shirt with a reflective decal on the back, because it was grey and gloomy.
I did not feel too bad as I started down the sidewalk. I admired the grey sky and dark atmosphere. I felt it was a very November day for the last day of the month (although I think my blog post will be dated December 1; just go with it). I turned right onto German Street. I had it in mind to run by the HARC building at the end of the street. I noticed when I drove by there the other day that they seem to be building a playground in back of it. I wanted to take a closer look.
However, as I approached Main Street, I re-thought my plans. It is a busy corner with a four-way stop. I wondered if I would be able to cross it easily. If so, then I would have to cross back later. I would see how traffic was. Several cars were there. I turned right down Main Street. Main Street was busy, too. Should I run all the way down it? There is usually a lot of pedestrian traffic as well, especially as you get closer to State Street. I decided to turn right on Church Street, at the Historic Four Corners. When I got there, a car stopped at the stop sign actually pulled back a little to let me across the street. I tried to wave, “Thanks but don’t bother, I’m turning.” I hope the driver got that.
It did not seem especially warm to me. My legs didn’t feel too bad, but my arms were cold. I put my headband over my ears. I looked around at houses to distract myself. I noted a few Christmas decorations here and there. I’d like to take a walk after dark and look at houses with lights. I wish Spunky was into taking longer walks but I do not want to force him to go farther than his inclination.
Soon I had to admit that I felt tired. Now I have realized that when I run I can pretty much keep going for just about as long as I decide to (I do NOT need anybody to tell me that this is painfully obvious and true for almost anything). That said, OH, did I want to stop! Or at least walk! I could feel that I was running slowly. A brisk walk might even be faster than I was moving. However, I persevered. Then I felt bad for not enjoying my run more. Don’t I run because I like to run, I asked myself. Never mind, I answered. Sometimes you have to put up with the runs that are not so fun in order to get to the runs that are.
As I ran up my street, the end in sight, I saw a pedestrian on the sidewalk up ahead. I had already gone around several pedestrians on the run, as well as changing direction a couple of times to avoid others. I would go around this one. Then I saw that the pedestrian had a dog. I like to pet a dog. Could it be my friend Rocky? As I got closer, I saw that it was Rocky and his mom. She was talking to another person I hadn’t seen at first. Rocky saw me coming and pulled at his leash a little bit.
“He knows he’s going to get pets from me,” I said. “Hi, good boy! Good to see you!” His mom and the guy she was talking to laughed. I gave them a wave and ran on. I was almost home. Yay!
It felt GREAT to walk my cool down. For about half a block, then the wind picked up and I was cold. I had sensibly put a sweatshirt on my back deck with my water bottle, so now my arms felt OK and my legs were cold. No matter. I ran. I was glad. I would write a blog post about it.
Mohawk Valley Girl 