I went for a long run this afternoon, so I thought I would do a Running Commentary instead of my usual Friday Lame Post. However, it is Friday and I am feeling a little, well, lame. I will begin typing and see what comes out.
It was cooler today than it has been but the sun was bright. Good running weather, I told myself. I had gone two days without running, instead of the three which I made a note to myself not to do again. I feel I must make another note to don’t wait two days either.
As soon as I started running my body started complaining. Oh come on, I thought. It’s only been two days! And we took a walk yesterday! Maybe I would warm up as I went. My plan was to do a long, challenging run. Then I could do a lesser run tomorrow, when I have plans for later in the day. Up the hill to Herkimer County Community College (HCCC) would be good, I thought. Back way or front way would do.
Before I had gone two blocks I was thinking I would cut myself a break. A short run, any run, just run. Traffic was heavy enough that I thought I might not be able to cross German Street. Then I would be off the hook. I found a time to cross.
I decided to go up to HCCC the front way. It’s steeper than the back way but shorter. This run was really sucking. I reminded myself that once I started up a hill there was no question that I would make it, the only question was how much it would suck. Will going up this hill ever stop sucking? I usually walk up the stairs at work. That never seems to get easier either.
I tried to comfort myself by thinking how bad-ass I would be running the Boilermaker 15K. If somebody asked me if I was running the 5K, I could say, “Huh. I could run a 5K backwards.” Then I wondered if that was true. Maybe if I made that (admittedly obnoxious) boast, somebody would make a bet with me. I’d say, “Fine, you run the 5K with me frontwards and make sure I don’t bang into anything.” When I ran the DARE 5K last year, which goes up the very hill I was on, a lady told me it was easier to go uphill backwards. I tried it.
Then I remembered some running advice another soldier gave me. When you feel you can’t run any more, run silly. I swung one leg in front of the other, swinging my arms wildly to keep my balance. Then I turned sideways and did the grapevine. I would keep that trick in mind for future use. Perhaps I could share it with other runners during the Boilermaker.
When I got to the top of the hill I did not continue up onto the campus but headed right to the back way to go down. I was feeling better about the run, but this was cut myself a break day after all. I hesitated again at Reservoir Road but downhill won. I was about 20 minutes into the run. Would I make it for 48 (the length of my longest run so far)? I would see.
As I headed toward the traffic light on German Street, I realized I had reached the coveted I Can Rock This stage of the run. I don’t think I had endorphins, but I was not feeling too bad. My leg muscles were warm and supple. I could run for 48 minutes. This was going to be all right.
The feeling did not last. I had headed away from my street. Now I headed back toward the street. I didn’t care if it was 48 minutes. As I got closer to home, I felt a little better. I was perhaps not rocking it as well as the first time I reached the I Can Rock This Stage, but I found that I could keep going after all.
By going past my house and around the block next to mine, I made it to 48 minutes. My schnoodle, Tabby, graciously walked around our block with me to cool down. I felt pretty happy that I ran. I’ll run again tomorrow. No more two days off!