The run you take after taking four days off is usually one that you just have to get through. So I did.
It was an unseasonably warm day, warmer than I like to run in. I reminded myself that it will be warmer yet in July and August, when I intend to keep running. After all, I’m not ONLY going to run the Boilermaker 15K. At least there was no debate over what to wear. I further reflected that the temperature would warm my leg muscles up.
As I began to run, and as I continued to run, I felt as if I had no leg muscles. No matter, as I usually say to myself in these situations. The run had to be endured. It would be endured. I distracted myself with any little flowers I saw along the way. There were a few, although yards are still brown. A few people were out working on theirs. I need to do that, too. Others were out walking or sitting on their porches. That’s what I wanted to do: sit down. I passed some kids on bikes.
“That’s what I need, a set of wheels,” I said. They did not offer me a ride.
I saw a lot of dogs. Most of them barked at me. I like dogs.
By the time I finished my run I was exhausted. I didn’t even stretch. In keeping with my ambition to at last get my act together (under the heading “hope springs eternal”), I had put a load of laundry in the washer before I left on the run. I could not face going down the basement stairs to put it in the drier. Steven nicely did it for me. I dragged myself upstairs, wishing I had one of those old lady shower seats. The cool shower revived me somewhat.
Quite frankly, I feel less revived now. However, my run is done, the laundry is in the drier, and my blog post is written. I’ll call that a Monday win.