At work this afternoon, I realized I was in a foul mood. I said to myself, “Mood swings are a symptom of menopause. Just wait quietly and it will pass.” I was still waiting when my shift ended and I came home. I continued to ignore my irritation as I put on running clothes and gathered a load of laundry. Wrestling a sweaty body into spandex shorts and two sports bras did nothing to improve my mood, but I had to feel a little pleased with myself that I hadn’t talked myself out of the run. For one reason, I needed a blog post and wanted to do a Running Commentary.
It was still warm out but less humid than my place of employment. My workplace neither cools off nor dries out as quickly as the outside, which is just another reason to be happy when the workday ends. I started towards German Street and turned right, since I had gone left when I ran on Saturday. When I ran Saturday, it was after five days of not running, don’t judge. Then I did not run Sunday, largely because I had also gone for a nice walk including some hills on Saturday. I am really trying to get back into the habit of running more often.
I was running very slowly. It was quite the plod. No matter. I was moving. I remembered reading a long time ago that running slowly was a good way to train. When you run fast, the theory goes, your body reaches toward high-octane fuel, such as the protein you recently ate. When you run slowly, your body reaches for the low-octane fuel, your fat cells. This was a nice, slow, fat-burning run, I told myself. I think the theory has since been debunked, but I could hardly concern myself with that.
There was a lot of traffic, as there often is in the late afternoon. I turned down Main Street rather than try to cross at the four-way stop. I was thinking I would prefer not to run into any people, running so slowly and clunkily, but it was such a nice day, I thought there would be people almost any direction I took. So why not go down Main Street?
Oh, my legs were not happy with me. Shouldn’t they be warming up and getting into this, I asked myself. Oh, just keep running, I answered. One must have these difficult runs to get to the more enjoyable ones.
I did not start to feel really good until I was doing my cool-down walk. It was then I realized, the irritable mood had passed. Yes! Maybe I sweated it out. Maybe I ran away from it. No matter. I felt better, I had burned some calories, and I had something to write a blog post about. Not too bad for a Monday.