I felt quite discouraged and not a little down on myself for going from Tuesday to Tuesday without running. I was determined to go running today. I thought that sentence as I walked into work today, composing my blog post in advance, I suppose. Then I worried that I would rebel. You know how I hate being told what to do, even by myself. I reminded myself all day that I LIKE to run. Furthermore, I did not write a blog post while on break, knowing that I would feel motivated to run and write a Running Commentary post. So here it is.
It has gotten quite warm in the Mohawk Valley. My place of employment is a bit uncomfortable. I don’t particularly like to run in the heat, but I can, I do, and today I did.
I also had to do laundry, so I would have clean pants and socks for work tomorrow. I gathered the laundry (and almost called the whole thing off when I found clean pair of socks after all), then put on running clothes. As soon as the laundry was in the machine, I got going.
And it was not fun. When I ran Tuesday, I had first wrestled with the non-power mower and my overgrown front lawn. Of course that run was difficult. I naturally expected today’s run to be easier. It turns out, not so much. My legs felt like macaroni. Oh dear! I told myself to persevere. I decided I did not have to run very long. Tuesday I ran 16 minutes. If I only did that, I would be satisfied.
Down German Street I ran, taking the opposite direction I had taken Tuesday. Could I cross Main Street? That is a busy street; I sometimes turn down it rather than cross. Today I was able to cross. I turned down the nice path over what used to be a hydraulic canal. From there I went a block on Grey Street, then to another section of path. I looked with envy at people’s porches. It would be way nicer to sit on a porch than plod down the sidewalk. I probably looked ridiculous, shuffling along, huffing and puffing.
I had to remind myself several times that I could keep going just about as long as I decide to. Eventually my legs started to feel a little less as if they were about to collapse under me. I felt relieved about that. I did not think they actually would collapse under me, but it was not pleasant for them to feel as if they might.
I ended up running for 21 minutes, by virtue of running past my house to the end of the street, then past my house again on the way back. I like to run to a whole number, not, for example, 20 minutes 23 seconds. It’s a thing with me.
As I stretched then went into the basement to put the laundry in the drier, a little voice in my head sang, “I ran! I ran!” I felt pretty happy with myself. Tomorrow I have an appointment to get a pedicure (at the Hot Spot Salon and Spa in Herkimer, NY), but I plan to run on Saturday. Oh, I do like to run!