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One Must Persevere

Posted on May 3, 2015 by mohawkvalleygirl

Twice this week I ran, thinking to do a Running Commentary.  Twice I found I could not.  Then I ran today (Saturday), thinking Saturday Running Commentary, why would I not make a Saturday Running Commentary?  At first I thought I would run my commentaries together (so to speak) and just make a post about This Week in Running.  As I started to write (yes, I’ve gone back to re-write the intro after writing most of the blog) (just to insert a note about The Writing Process), I found myself saying quite a bit about Tuesday’s run.  Not wishing to tax my readers’ patience, I shall just comment about one run today.

 

Tuesday I wanted to run into the Unknown Park.  A friend told me it is Brookfield Park.  I have called it the Unknown Park in this blog, because it is not clearly labelled.   That is how I still think of it.  These during the week runs are tricky, because it is not so easy to cross German Street at that time of the day (fourish).  All the hills I know of in Herkimer are on the other side of German Street from my street.

 

This time I managed to cross it with very little problem.  So I felt I was not off the hook for hills.  After all, if I have managed to get across the busy street, why waste it?  I sure did not feel like running, but I persevered.  The park would be interesting.  I had not run it since sometime last fall.  I might even see some buds on some trees.

 

Imagine my chagrin on discovering that the entrance to the park was blocked by a chain with an orange triangle attached.  There is a space where a pedestrian could sneak in, but I have to think of safety first.  Suppose I ran into some kind of trouble (and you know I have a vivid imagination that can come up with all sorts of trouble)?  Who would be likely to come along and help me in a blocked off park?  I ran on.

 

Running up the hill to the college was clearly ineligible, so I went up the hill by Valley Health and ran around in the suburbs (I know they aren’t really suburbs, it’s just a handy term I use).  As I went slowly up, I realized I am in no shape for the Boilermaker 15K.  I’d better step up the pace of my training.  And by step up the pace, of course I mean to continue my shuffling, overweight middle-aged lady pace (not that gender makes a difference), but more often and for longer periods of time.  No more two days off between runs, maybe not even one day off.   And I definitely have to at least walk on the days I do not run.

 

As I ran on, at one point I had a choice:  turn left and continue on a level road or go up a steep-looking hill.  I decided I would turn left.  I was tired.  Then I thought, “Step up the pace.”  I  would go up that hill!  I felt bad ass.  As usual the hill looked less steep when I got right up to it.  It was steep enough.  I made it up.  Then I took a left turn to run by a sign that said, “Do Not Enter.”  I felt bad ass doing that too.  Oh, you don’t have to tell me: they mean cars not middle-aged ladies jogging.  Don’t spoil my fun.

 

I felt quite pleased with myself for running and especially for tackling that second hill.   I was dreadfully tired as the evening progressed, but that is the difference between running after a long day of work and running first thing after sleeping in on the weekend.  As I often observe, one must persevere.

 

 

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I Am Much Woman

Posted on April 25, 2015 by mohawkvalleygirl

Tabby continues sick today.  I shall be taking her to the vet, willingly forgoing the Mohawk Valley adventures I had planned for the day.  One thing I did not want to forgo, however, was my run.  Accordingly, I set out early, when Steven was still home with the poocher.  Therefore, I am able to offer Saturday Running Commentary two weeks in a row.

 

It was prior to 6 a.m.;  the sun was up but the light was still grey and dull.  The temperature was cold (31, according to my thermostat).  I wore leggings and my long-sleeved ARMY t-shirt.  I also put on my toque and some gloves.  As I ran, it seemed my hands and ears were the only warm parts of me, but one must persevere.

 

I decided to run up to Herkimer County Community College (HCCC, although I think it goes by a different name now).   For the uninitiated, that is a rather impressive hill.  When I’m in shape I run it at least once a week.  For one reason, it makes me feel bad ass.  Today I thought, “Do it for Tabby!”  In fiction, that would become a big deal in the character’s head: “If I do this, she’ll get better!”  I knew it was no such thing.  In the first place, I am doing it for my own fitness, weight loss and Boilermaker goals.  Oh, and to post it on Facebook so my friends will Like it.  Taking Tabby to the vet is far more to the point regarding her health.  So much for symbolism.

 

I wondered if I was really up to the big hill yet, but I realized it did not matter.  I tend to accomplish things simply because I make up my mind to do them.  For example, the novel I will complete during Finish That Novel May.  I’ll just make up my mind to do it.  I made up my mind to run the hill.

 

Up a minor upgrade, then a little downgrade, the UP.  Hmm…. that hill did not look as steep as it had in my head.  Did it look longer?  Well, it was long enough, anyways.  Here we go.  At least I shouldn’t have much traffic at this hour on a Saturday.  Then I heard a car behind me.  A total of three cars passed me going up.  The last yahoo was really gunning his engine.  What, I thought, won’t your car make it up the hill otherwise?  I wished I could gun my body, but I know from experience it is better to shuffle up the hill than to sprint.

 

I speculated on where those people were going.  Perhaps to the gym to work out.  Ha! I was already getting my workout.  Perhaps they were returning to the dorms from a rough night of partying.  Good for them, not driving home drunk last night.  Or maybe it was a hot one-night stand.  You know, college students.

 

At last I made it to the top!  I would post that on Facebook for sure.  My sister Vicki has a saying when she does something bad-ass that she is “much woman.”  Should I say I was much woman?  No, I decided.  I would say “Yeah, I’m bad,” my usual saying in these cases.  Then if Vicki commented that I was much woman, I could comment, “I was hoping you would say that.”  Well, if I’m not going adventuring today, I’ve got to have some plans.

 

My legs felt warm and supple as the road leveled out.  This was awesome.  I was getting in shape!  Bring it, Boilermaker!  I turned to run down the back way, a more gradual slope with woodsy surroundings.  As I started down, my legs were all, “Yeah, we got this.” And gravity was like, “Yeah, YOU got this.”  Oh, but it is nice to keep running after you finished your terrible hill of the day.

 

I turned left where a sign said “No Left Turn,” just to be that way.  I saw my wonderful paper deliverers’ van.  They have a wide territory.  I love my paper deliverers.  SO reliable!  We waved at each other.

 

Tabby did not walk my cool-down with me, so I did not go around the block as per usual.  That may have been silly of me, because after all, I started the around the block cool-down before I got Tabby.  Today I walked up and down the backyard while Tabby sat on the deck.  I hoped she could feel she was participating that way.  Dogs like to participate.

 

I felt delighted that I had run, and that I had done that big hill.  It was the first time in 2015.  I’ll do it again soon.  And I hope Tabby will be walking my cool-down with me soon.  Incidentally, I did post on Facebook that I ran it.  So far I’ve gotten six Likes but no comments.  Still, I think I am much woman.

 

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Running in Place toward May (and July)

Posted on April 24, 2015 by mohawkvalleygirl

I had been going to write a Running In Place Commentary, because I ran in place on the mini-tramp today.  However, in looking at my WordPress notifications, I saw some interesting comments on yesterday’s post.  One in particular gave me my topic for today’s post.

 

Fellow blogger Mark Bialczak suggested I declare next month Finish That Novel May.  What a marvelous idea!  Like NaNoWriMo only I don’t have to write the whole damn thing in 30 days.  For one thing, May is 31 days.  Already I’m ahead of the game.  And I have a lot written on this novel.  Some needs to be cut, some new scenes written, lots of organization…

 

So that is my new plan.  I will no doubt write further blog posts on the topic.

 

In the meantime, in the interests of Non-Sequitur Thursday, I’ll just mention that I wrote more on the new novel while at work today.  A new character magically appeared.  I love it when that happens.  Other characters are developing, plot points present themselves, I am enjoying it a great deal.

 

As the Boilermaker 15K continues to approach (yes, another non-sequitur), I knew I must run.  Of course the weather did not cooperate, with snow falling all day.  Then again, what do I care about the weather?  I can and do run in crappy weather.  However, today I elected to run in place on the mini-tramp.

 

While I ran, my husband Steven and I watched The Blue Dahlia, which we DVR’d from TCM back in February.   Naturally we discussed what we were watching, but I mustn’t share too much, in case you’d like to watch the movie sometime.  It is not one of the cheesy ones I delight in giving plot summaries of.

Incidentally, the Boilermaker is in July (I just wrote the headline and realized the reference might be obscure).

 

 

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Run in the Sun (and Clouds)

Posted on April 22, 2015 by mohawkvalleygirl

The saying is, “If you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes.”  In that case, I should have experienced six different weather phenomena on my 30 minute run.  I did not quite make that, but I did see some changes that may enliven today’s Running Commentary.

 

I was determined to run today.  As it poured rain all morning, I reminded myself I could run in place on the mini-tramp.  When the rain stopped around lunchtime, I congratulated myself.  When cold wind blew through the windows all afternoon, I reminded myself that I have run in temperatures down in the 20s.  Stepping out of the building at 3:30 p.m. (or shortly thereafter, in the interests of strict accuracy), I realized that some excellent running weather had magically appeared.  Cool but not cold, breezy but not too windy, sun with some clouds.  I could rock this.

 

After making one stop on the way home and digging out some running gear (could NOT find the glasses I’ve been wearing to run in), I hit the road at 4:09 (I always make a mental note, in case the CHRONO function on my watch fails me).  The sun had come out full force.  How delightful.  Perhaps I should have worn sunglasses after all.

 

I turned right on German Street, so the sun was behind me.  I thought if I could cross German at Main Street, I would run out that hill.  Traffic was too thick, but that was OK with me by that time.  Two blocks into the run, I knew I was not up for any hills.  How long would I run?  I had done 31 minutes in Liverpool on Saturday.  I am supposed to be up to 32 or 35 by now (I forget which).  Still, after working all day, even a 20 minute run is good.  No doubt I would do more than 20.

 

I ran to the end of German and around the HARC building, which used to be a factory, I think.  I noted rows of new windows.  I love to see an old building being renovated and put to good use.

 

My legs were not the least bit happy with me.  Oh, they were moving slowly.  It would probably be a good idea if I began running every day.  In my defense, I did take walks on the day I did not run.  In my detriment, they were walks with Tabby, who stops and sniffs a lot.  I made up my mind I would persevere.  Perhaps I would catch a second wind.

 

Before I caught a second wind, the actual wind picked up.  The sun felt warm and the wind felt cold.  It was weird.  But at least the wind was not so strong I had to strain against it.  At one point, though, I realized I was leaning forward and sticking my chin out.  What was that all about?  Leading with my chin?  Do you think you’re going to get done with the run any sooner this way, I chided myself.  I tried to correct my posture.

 

I was striving to run as smoothly as possible, which is what I usually do.  A friend in the army once told me I looked like I was speed-walking when I ran.  She tried to run that way too.  She said she would say to herself, “Do the Quackenbush.”  I was flattered.

 

After a while my knees began to twinge a little.  They have been bothering me lately, which is a new thing.  My back, which was bugging me at work today, has always been a problem.  Yes, I know, running can exacerbate knee and back problems.  However, so can being overweight.  Running helps me lose weight.  I’m sure everything will feel better soon.

 

I ended up running for 30 minutes (I believe I mentioned that in the first paragraph).  The sun was behind some clouds as I finished.  When I got Tabby’s leash for our cool-down walk, I considered grabbing a sweatshirt as well.  I decided against it, because I had worked up a sweat.  Ah, lovely sweat.  Sweat out the toxins, sweat out the bad mood.  Then take a hot shower and wash off the sweat.  Life is good when you run.

 

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Another Meandering Post

Posted on April 21, 2015 by mohawkvalleygirl

Last week I tried to write a post ahead, in case it was not easy to write a post during Fabulous Wine Tasting Weekend.   I ended up not using what I wrote, because I thought it needed to be edited and polished (I think I wrote a blog post about it).  Looking at it again, I feel it will work find for a Mental Meanderings Monday.  Here it is:

 

I ran Wednesday and thought to do a running commentary.  My inner monologue as I ran seemed interesting enough, to me anyways.

 

Of course the operative thing to do is to sit right down soon after the run and write the thing (YES, I shower first!  I said SOON after! Sheesh!)  That is my usual method, composing at the computer.  Today, however  (this was written Thursday), I am sitting in the break area at work before my shift starts, scribbling in a spiral notebook with a stolen pen (well, not exactly stolen; somebody left it sitting on a table.  Let’s call it purloined, which has the charm of alliteration).

 

I go on about this minutae, because I am fascinated by the mechanics of writing.  I think a lot of people are. Hence, the plethora of books about writing.  Of course, they don’t always tell me what I really want to know. When do you write?  Where do you write?  Pen, pencil or keyboard?  How long is a writing session?  And my biggest question:  How in a busy life do you carve out time to write and stick to it?

 

Regarding the last question, my growing suspicion is that a lot of writers don’t know exactly how they do it, and I make bold to suggest that a lot of them have the niggling guilty feeling that they are not doing it enough.  Most of them end with a huffy statement along the lines of, “If it’s important to you, you’ll do it.”

 

Yes, that’s all very well.  I find it more helpful to hear concrete suggestions such as, “Get up an hour earlier” and “Write on your lunch break.”  Some people intone “Time management” as if it is a magic elixir you can buy in a bottle that makes more hours appear in a day.  We all know it’s not that easy, and I appreciate the writer that acknowledges that fact.

 

Let’s look at the other advice about writing.  Many writing books say things like, “Find what works for you.”  Obviously.  In fact, I’d almost put that under the “Well, duh” category, except that there are some things the writing books say you ABSOLUTELY MUST DO.  There are always people who like to dictate as well as some techniques that work so well for so many people they take on the aura of a truism.

 

To take a non-writerly example: when you diet, only step on the scale once a week.  The idea  behind this is that you save yourself stressing over the one and two pound fluctuations that will happen to the best of us.  Most people are quite content to follow this advice and find that it works for them.  I personally step on the scale every day.  Those little one-pound gains you’re not supposed to stress over?  I take them as reminders to stay on the straight and narrow.  The one pound losses you also should not take too seriously?  Encouragement, which I need in spades.

 

So, yes, we must find and follow what works for us.  For example,  I find that it works for me to write a blog post every day, however silly it may turn out to be.  Ah, but an important part of that sentence is “I find.”  We must FIND OUT what works for us.  In that quest, I like to read other writers’ advice.  I do not always take the advice.  I hope nobody is offended.

 

And now I feel my mind has meandered enough.  Happy Monday, everybody.

 

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I Run the A B C’s

Posted on April 18, 2015 by mohawkvalleygirl

Would you believe, a running commentary on Fabulous Wine Tasting Weekend?  I was going to let myself off the hook and train extra hard next week, but in fact I ran and I’m going to write about it.

 

I am at my sister’s house in Liverpool, NY, whence we will drive to the Finger Lakes for said wine.  I packed running clothes, under the theory that it was better to have them and not need them than need them and not have them.  As a matter of fact, I forgot to pack a second pair of running shorts, so running tomorrow morning may not happen, but I’ll leave that concern for the future.

 

I woke up at 12:30 this morning with a dreadful headache.  Damn!  I managed to go back to sleep, but I was quite wakeful around 5:30 and wondered if I might sweat out the headache with a run.  I figured a run would be a good idea even if it did not help the headache, so while the rest of the household slept, I set out.

 

My sister lives in a development, all residential, no sidewalks but not much traffic.  Like many of these places, the street arrangement seems to be inspired by a plate of spaghetti, all curves and no real idea what street leads where.  I was not too worried, though, because I remembered what my other sister had observed:  the street names are in alphabetical order.

 

The sun was up but not very high.  The air felt cool and fresh.  Maybe a little too cool.  I soon pulled my headband over my ears.  I could not do anything for my hands, though, except feel them get progressively colder and stiffer.  No matter.  I  would not have to do anything requiring fine motor skills till after a hot shower.

 

I admired houses as I ran, observing that many of them looked remarkably similar in structure.  That did not bode well for finding my way back if need be, so I began to look for more distinctive features, such as For Sale signs and solar lights.  I kept turning left, on the idea that if I did that I would end up back where I started.  Then I thought I might finish my run too soon, so I made a righthand turn (why is the computer underlining that? Isn’t righthand a word?).

 

And that was where things got a little complicated.

 

It doesn’t matter, I told myself.  Alphabetical order, remember?  I saw a street that began with Q.  My sister’s street begins with G.  This could be a problem.  The next street began with P.  Ah, at least I was headed in the right direction.  This would be fine.  My legs were not complaining too much, my breathing was OK.  I did not feel  as if I had reached the I Can Rock This stage, but I believe I was rocking it.

 

It is interesting to try to remember the alphabet backwards, since we are so used to saying it the other way.  I was narrating in my head and realized I would not remember all the street names I was using.  Then I realized that was OK, because it is perhaps not the best idea to use identifying characteristics, in case somebody wants to stalk my sister (she is the cute one) (we vie for the title of the wittiest) (but I digress).  Perhaps in saying Liverpool and streets in alphabetical order I’ve said too much.  It’s all a lie, stalkers!  I have no sisters!  Ha, the joke’s on you!

 

O, N, M… I had only meant to go for a short run, maybe 20 minutes.  After all, must recruit my energies for the wine tour.  Still, the Boilermaker isn’t getting any further away.  Also,  I had not yet worked up a sweat.  That was no way to sweat out a headache.  Then I was almost to G.  G was next!  Yes!  NO!

 

It was the wrong G!  Oh NO!  Who knew this development had so many streets?  There was no way I was backtracking.  I figured I was close to A by now, and thus the end of this street.  Surely from there I could find the proper street to run down and the proper alphabet to follow.  At last I saw something a recognized:  the back of the shopping center which one drives by before reaching the development.  NOW I knew where I was.  Sort of.

 

A little further down, I saw a building that looked familiar.  Then the sign for a church I knew I had to turn by.  Yes, yes!  I still had streets A through F to get through, but I knew where I was.   This was going to be quite a respectable run.  My headache did not seem much better, but I felt I was definitely progressing towards being in shape for the Boilermaker.

 

After I finished the run, I stayed right on my sister’s street to walk my cool-down, for which I definitely missed Tabby.  I felt triumphant.  I would meet my weight-loss goals!  I would be in shape for the Boilermaker!  My sister thought it was awesome that I had gone running.

 

“And you didn’t get lost,” she said.

 

“Actually, I did,” I admitted.  “I’m going to write my blog post about it.”

 

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Yes, Sweat!

Posted on April 12, 2015 by mohawkvalleygirl

I make bold to offer Running Commentary two days in a row, because this is the first time I’ve run two days in a row since I started running again last month.

I did not get out of the house till after nine. For one reason, since it was supposed to be warm today I figured I might as well wait for a better temperature. It was 42 when I set out, according to my thermostat, three degrees below where I usually dress in shorts and t-shirt. However, I had already put on the shorts and t-shirt. I observed that the sun was high in the sky. This would be fine.

It was fine. It looked like spring. I was running on completely bare, dry sidewalks. There was no snow in sight. Only my hands got cold. That was to be expected.

And my legs were tired. I thought, this is bad. I can’t keep writing blog posts about runs that aren’t fun. Well, apparently I can. I pondered how my readers might feel about it. Some readers might feel better, “Oh, it’s OK that my runs are still difficult; so are Mohawk Valley Girl’s.” Some might feel worse, “There’s no point in running! I guess runs NEVER get better!” I think the worst thing of all would be if they feel bored, “Oh no, not another dull Running Commentary! Just stay home, girl!”

I continued to feel tired as I ran down German Street. I decided to let myself off the hook as far as hills were concerned. Just keep going, I told myself. I ran through the high school parking lot and over the little footbridge. I would go up one street and down another, working my way back home.

I occupied myself with looking in people’s yards for flowers. Some people had nicely cleaned up last years skanky leaves. I must do that. Other people had not, so I felt a little better about that. Then I saw some purple crocuses and felt better yet.

Where, or where were those endorphins? I had been feeling down when I left the house and thought a run would help. Well, one must get through the difficult runs to get to the good ones. I persevered. I was soon rewarded by reaching the coveted “I can rock this” stage. My legs felt good! I could keep this up for a while. It was not a euphoric feeling exactly, but I certainly enjoyed it.

Of course it did not last. However, as I continued to run, it came back. I debated how far I would run. Further than yesterday at least. Perhaps not to the 35 minutes I should have been at by this time. Something in between?

I ended up running for 32 minutes, the length of time I was running before I got sick. As I walked my cool-down with Tabby I felt pretty terrific. I don’t think I have experienced endorphins yet, but I sweated out my bad attitude. That’s a pretty good accomplishment on Wrist to Forehead Sunday.

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First Post-Illness Run

Posted on April 12, 2015 by mohawkvalleygirl

As my week of being ill progressed, I watched in dismay as the days when I did NOT run added up. But the Boilermaker, I thought. What about the Boilermaker? I made up my mind I would run today (Saturday). An off week is only a minor setback! I can still train enough in time!

We had gotten up at five (couldn’t sleep), and it was twenty after six when I got out the door. My thermostat said 40 degrees. Usually I go shorts and short sleeves for 45 and above. I put on my leopard-spotted long johns and long-sleeved ARMY t-shirt and hoped I would not feel too warm as the run progressed. As I brushed my teeth I could hear the wind whistling in a way that made me expect to hear the theme music to The Wizard of Oz and figured I would not over-heat. I put on my toque instead of a headband and set out.

The sidewalks and roads were still wet from last night’s rain, but there weren’t too many puddles to avoid. I decided a 20 minute run would be good enough and I was not obligated to run any hills. I turned towards Main Street, thinking I would run up it and over to the path over what used to be a hydraulic canal. It was grey and gloomy out. The sun was up but not very high. One of my favorite things is to go running while it’s still dark out and have the sun come up while I run. But this was nice, too.

I admired the bare trees against the grey sky but hoped for leaves soon. Looking closely at some of the branches I could see buds. Come on, Spring! The temperature was not too bad. I felt I had dressed appropriately. Only my hands were cold, especially my fingers. Well, one must deal with these things. As I reached the end of the first stretch of path and started across German Street the wind was directly behind me, pushing me. I appreciated the psychological boost.

I was running very slowly. Breathing was not difficult. My legs began to complain. Well, there is just no pleasing my legs. All week they felt awful, because I was neither walking nor running. Now I start to run and they bitch at me. I ignored them an kept going. Grey, cloudy skies ahead of me. If I looked straight over my head I could see a little blue peeking through. That gave me hope.

After a while the wind became dead against me. No matter, I told myself. More effort burns more calories and will better build me up for the Boilermaker. I would just have to live with the cold hands. I had had the foresight to stuff a tissue into my sleeve. I pretty much used it up. Again, no matter. There were other tissues back home, which is the general direction I was headed by now.

I headed towards Meyers Park. When I first started running again after moving to Herkimer (I had many sedentary months here first), I made it a habit to always go through the park, either at the beginning or the end of my run. I stopped doing this every time as my run area expanded, but it’s always nice to go through the park. I again admired the bare trees while feeling a little wistful that they are still bare.

My legs were SO not happy with me. I was resolutely trying to ignore them when suddenly I felt something… different. Could that be a muscle? Was I developing a muscle? Yes, I could feel my thigh muscles working. That was kind of cool. They were quietly pumping along in a business-like fashion and the rest of my legs were just kind of going along. They were no longer complaining. I can’t say it was the “I can rock this” stage. More like a determined, “OK, let’s DO this.”

It soon became clear that I would go over my 20 minutes, although not by much. I didn’t feel too awful. This was going to be all right. The sun was all the way up now and I could see blue skies up ahead. No, really, I saw actual bits of blue in between the clouds. It wasn’t just my end of the run optimism.

When Tabby and I walked my cool-down, my legs felt even better. I felt so happy that I had gotten that first run under my belt. When one has a pause in one’s running for whatever reason, some say just getting started again is the hardest part. I expect to find out tomorrow if that is true or if continuing is just as hard. No matter. I intend to run regardless of difficulty. I’m a runner again.

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I Triumph

Posted on April 3, 2015 by mohawkvalleygirl

Endorphins still elude me. In fact, I almost titled this post “Still No Endorphins.” However, I wanted to strike a more positive note, because my run was not without its rewards. Still, it took a while to get there. So this may be a lengthy post. We’ll see.

Today was a delightfully warm day, even warmer than one expects in early April, with highs of 60. I knew I would run. I knew I would wear shorts and a t-shirt to run. I hoped it would be a good run. By the time I got home and ready to run, I had my doubts. I must not get enough vitamins or something. Nevertheless, I set out.

I had started a little later than usual, because I had made a stop on the way home from work. I wondered if the delay could be why I was able to immediately cross German Street. This boded well for either of my plans. My first plan had been to run up to Herkimer County Community College (HCCC) the back way. This is less steep but longer than the front way. Less overtly daunting but I believe equally challenging. As I felt tired and not motivated I thought I would do the hill by Valley Health and then on into the suburbs.

As I went out German, I was not enjoying the upgrade. I couldn’t run up to HCCC. I wasn’t even sure I could do the hill by Valley Health, but since I had crossed German I supposed I would. I went by the entrance to Brookfield Park. Oh, too steep too soon. I turned up — oh crap, I can’t remember the street’s name, but it is a residential street that leads to the back way up to HCCC. And it begins with an upslope. Ugh. This wasn’t fun. When was running going to get fun again?

As I pondered the unfunness of my run and regretted that my Running Commentary might be a litany of complaint, I wondered if I had jinxed myself. We’ve been talking about running at work, because some of us plan to run the Boilermaker. One co-worker expressed himself as NOT a runner; he thinks running is dumb. “I LOVE to run,” I informed him, more than once. Dammit, why wasn’t I loving it?

I had a few choices of where to run next. The first left would take me DOWNHILL and eventually back the way I came. The first right, a little further up, would take me into the residential area I refer to as the suburbs. The second left (opposite the first right, incidentally) would take me the back way to HCCC. I did NOT want to go that way. However, as I ran I was as usual narrating in my head, planning my blog post. Suddenly I felt that I could not write in my blog that I had wussed out. If I was going to write about this run, I was going uphill. I made the second left.

However, first I bargained thusly with myself: my run time is up to 32 minutes. I would run up the hill for half of that time, 16 minutes (in case you didn’t feel like doing the math). I probably wouldn’t make it to the top, but I would be going uphill for a good portion of my run. Oh dear, just look at that hill. This was the less steep way? Oh well, I wanted to be running up to HCCC as soon as possible.

I continued uphill, looking at my watch often and counting how many minutes till 16. “Just look at your feet and shuffle up that hill,” I told myself, echoing a long followed piece of running advice. I looked ahead at how far I had to go. I can’t say looking down was that much easier. I saw the stream to my left, bubbling busily downhill. Ah, downhill. Where gravity is my friend.

I suppose my title was kind of a spoiler and astute readers have already guessed I made it to the top. It got to a point where I knew I would, but that last little bit, where it goes steep again, was a bit of a struggle. My breathing got a little dicey. And then I was making another left. I was NOT going to turn around and run back the way I came! I was going down the front way! This was GREAT! Running was still not fun, but it was SO SATISFYING! Oh, I was bad ass.

Some students were hanging out in the dorm parking lot as I ran by. They were listening to music and tossing a frisbee. I wanted to call over and ask where the beer was. A little further up I saw three kids standing on the path, talking. They looked more approachable, although I did not, in fact, approach them.

“Those guys over there didn’t invite me to their party,” I called.

“Us neither!” a guy answered, as mystified as I was by the omission.

The euphoria I had experienced at the top of the hill was short-lived. The rest of my run home seemed to take a long time, and my body was not loving it. I suppose this is the kind of run I have to live through. I know it is the kind of run that occurs occasionally even when I have been running regularly for a long time. For now I can only look forward to when I can write a blog post about a run where I feel it is FUN. Maybe I’ll finally get some of them there endorphins.

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At Least the Tea Will Taste Good

Posted on March 30, 2015 by mohawkvalleygirl

Looking back, I see that last Sunday I did a Running Commentary and two Sundays ago I had a Wrist to Forehead Sunday. Today (Sunday, but I think you knew that) I had meant to have a Running Commentary but feel more inclined for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday. Perhaps a combination of the two.

Sorry to be tiresome about my health tribulations, but I have been plagued with headaches this week. It has been kind of an interesting plague, though. I seem to get a bad headache every other day. So at least there is some relief. I know, not for you from listening to my complaints. Well I don’t get much relief from my inner critic. We all have problems.

I was determined to run in spite of my headache. For one reason, the weather was supposed to be warmer. I spent part of yesterday staring out the window at the bare roads and sidewalks and WANTING to run or walk on them. But I was afraid the cold wind would bring on sinus pain. I ran in place on the mini-tramp. I watched more of that silent horror movie I had watched earlier in the week (perhaps you read my blog post about it).

When we first got up our thermostat said 18 degrees. Not the temperature I like to run in. I waited till after eleven. It was almost to 30. Only a few degrees below freezing. I could do this!

And I did. Unfortunately, I am not up to writing about it. I’m just not. I’ve taken a decongestant and will try the effect of another cup of hot tea. And try for a better blog post tomorrow.

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