Oh, swell. I’ve got the dreaded type it in then backspace it out. How many posts have I started with that observation? I am far too lazy to go back and check. But I was not too lazy to go running, so I will attempt to write a paragraph or two about that.
To begin with I was not going to run. Did I mention I’m feeling lazy? One problem was I had a headache for most of the day. It was not a migraine, so I had that going for me. The headache eased off by the time I got home, but I had just about talked myself out of running for the day. What to do instead? Take a shower? Clean the house? Fool around on Facebook? I decided to call my parents. They told me to go running. So I did.
I could not move very fast. In my defense, I worked a ten hour day today, which I have not done in a while. Oh well, I guess I did do two last week. But other than that, it’s been nine-hour days. On the brighter side, I did not have to worry about going to rehearsal tonight. So you see, the glass usually is half full.
Then I felt a twinge. It felt as if I had pulled a muscle in the top of my foot. For heavens’ sake, who pulls a muscle in the top of their foot? How ridiculous! I kept running, ignoring it as best as I could. I tried to run smoothly, so as not to be pounding my great weight onto my foot.
I may have mentioned that I developed my smooth stride in the army. An army friend told me I looked like I was speed walking when I ran. She had knee problems so tried to imitate my run. She said, “I tell myself, ‘Do the Quackenbush! Do the Quackenbush!'” So today I thought to myself, “Do the Quackenbush!”
After a while my foot felt better. Then I got a stitch in my side. This is what it is like to be me.
No matter. I kept running. At least I could enjoy looking at the fall colors and admiring people’s Halloween decorations. The temperature was very good for running: cool enough that I wasn’t sweaty, not so cold my hands got stiff (remember: glass half full). I’ve had worse runs.
I ran for as long as I ran last time (Wednesday), which was 22 minutes. I only walked a six-minute cool-down, because the ice cream truck seemed to be stalking me. I hate that ice cream truck.
I was glad that I ran. I’m even more glad that now I’ve made my blog post. Did you find it a little lame? May I remind you that this is Lame Post Friday? I hope to see you again as the weekend progresses.