What a wasted week I am having! Tuesday I ran two miles, thinking I could make a Two-Mile Tuesday post. I had pictures on my phone, which I transferred to my Media Library, thinking to do a Waste Not Want Not Wednesday post. I spent at least some time each of those days staring at the blank Add Post page on my WordPress site. Alas, to no avail. In fact, I experienced great resistance to logging on today, Thursday. By the way, I ran three miles, wanting to have another Three-Mile Thursday, like I did last week.
I swear it was steeper when I was on it.
This is one of the hills I ran up on my run this morning. It doesn’t look very impressive, does it? I ran up a steeper hill next, which I do not have a picture of. That hill continued up to Herkimer College, by some dorms in what I call the Kick Butt way to the college, because there are like three steep hills with flat(ish) spaces between. Ahem, I did not run up to the college. I made it up one stretch of steep then turned around and ran back down. Later I ran up a couple more uphills. I tell you, they do not get any easier.
Random picture, just to show something cheery before I start whining.
I learned to run in the Army, and I loved it, because it seemed that I just magically got better at it. All I had to do was do it. It was awesome! Since the army, I have stopped and re-started running many times, usually because weather or work schedules made it difficult and I am notoriously lazy. Each time I restarted, I found I was able to build myself back up to where I had left off with little or no problem. I will admit that at no time have I ever run particularly fast. Still, I was able to run the Boilermaker 15K several times (not in a row).
Until this year. I decided early on not to try for the Boilermaker, but I am signed up to run the Pride Stride 5K in Little Falls, NY on June 14. Why oh why, do my legs feel like overcooked macaroni?
Me before the Pride Stride in 2021.
Don’t mind my Old Age Existential Angst. I really do not mind being your friendly neighborhood crazy old lady. I only get a little disconcerted when my body behaves in what I consider a perverse, contrary fashion. For example, if I am running on a regular basis, I feel I ought to be able TO run on a regular basis, and none of this complaining from my legs and lungs that, “We’re not going to maaaaake it!” (said in a pathetically whiny tone). Or at least a little less complaining.
In the meantime, I see I have done plenty of complaining in this blog post, and it has run longer than my usual posts. Considering I missed two days of posting, I think that that is not bad. Once again, I thank you for tuning in.
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