I bet some of you thought I was never going to run again (while others of you are saying, “I never thought that!”). I confess, I had my own doubts. But today it was a choice between go running or eat something and I chose running! I believe this demonstrates that there is indeed hope for me. (Full disclosure: I ate something after the run.)
It was 40 degrees out, five degrees below my perhaps arbitrary border for running in shorts and short sleeves. I found a pair of log johns that were only semi-dirty (I always feel so reduce-reuse-recycle when I wear something more than once before washing it) and pulled a long-sleeved running shirt out of my pile. I was going to look for a ARMY t-shirt with a reflective decal in the back, but the sun was up and I was in a hurry.
Spunky wanted to go out when he saw me bustling about getting ready, so I took him for a short business meeting, then I was off. Right away I thought, “Why oh why did I ever stop running?” I also felt that the time not running had not wrought total havoc on my body. Just a note: I did not COMPLETELY stop running; let’s just say my habits have been sporadic. I turned right on German Street. Usually when I have not run in a while, I turn left, then go down Caroline Street, up Margaret, then down Henry. That sounded boring to me.
It was grey and gloomy out. I admired the bare trees against the sky, as I always do. Perhaps I will venture out later with my Tablet and try to get a few pictures. Soon it became apparent that my lack of running regularly had, naturally enough, had a negative impact on my body. My legs were quite unhappy with me. I sternly told myself that one must have the not so fun runs in order to get to the good stuff. I tried to distract myself by deciding where to run. Up Main Street and down the nice path? I saw a man walking a dog in that direction and decided against it. I do like to stop and pet a dog, but in the first place I did not know if that was a pettable dog and in the second place, I didn’t think it was a good idea for me to stop.
By the time I got to the end of German Street I had run almost ten minutes. Oh dear, that doesn’t usually take me that long, does it? Then again, what did that matter? I set out to run a certain length of time; who cares how much ground I actually cover? I thought a 20 minute run would be good. I tried to feel happy about being halfway there. It really wasn’t a horrible run. Just kind of grey, meaning the sky and my mood. Well, how much of life is in the grey area? I’m thinking, a lot.
I looked at houses as I passed. I saw one that still had red ribbons and wreaths on the porch. As I ran I was narrating in my head that I went down this street, then that to the other, but that is more words than I feel like typing right now. I ran by Herkimer’s Historic Four Corners. There were poinsettias, red and gold foil, in the urns outside the Historical Society. I made the sign of the cross as I ran by Herkimer Reformed Church. I also noted the County Courthouse and 1834 Jail which make up the other two corners.
My run ended up being 22 minutes long. I said good morning to three dog walkers as I walked around the block for my cool-down. They were across the street from me, so I still didn’t get to pet a dog. I petted my own dog when I got home. I felt very happy that I ran again. I hope to keep it up in the coming weeks. I’ll probably write more blog posts about it.