So I went running this morning and started to make a Running Commentary post, but I was just too distracted. I thought I would feel less distracted as the day wore on, although I confess I don’t know why I thought that. Never mind, I’ll just start the post and see if it works.
The thermostat said it was 40 degrees out, well within my range for leggings and long sleeves. Only I couldn’t find a pair of leggings I didn’t mind getting dirty (hey, sometimes you have to plan your wardrobe ahead and you can’t count on being able to do laundry in a timely fashion). I finally found a pair of spandex tights which I put a pair of shorts over. What a late ’80’s/early ’90s fashion flashback! I used to LOVE wearing leggings or tights with shorts! This was back in the day when one covered one’s butt while wearing leggings, unlike our current permissive times.
I only got a house or two away from home when I realized I had forgotten my hat. That would never do. I ran back home and pretended that was a warm-up. I started out the second time running in the opposite direction to what I usually take: toward Meyers Park. I ran through the park and over to Main Street. There was a fire on Main Street last night. I refrained from going down and rubber necking while it was going on, but surely it would not be too inquisitive to run by on the opposite side of the street and view the extent of the damage.
It didn’t look good. The business on the ground floor seemed untouched, but upstairs windows on one side of the building were black holes. Windows on the other side appeared to have been knocked out. Damn! I continued up Main Street, looking for something more cheerful. Unfortunately, there are several un-cheerful sights on Herkimer’s Main Street. I like to keep this blog positive, so I’ll go ahead and skip to the rest of the run.
My head was feeling the cold, despite my toque (it was the knitted watch cap I got in the Army; Steven calls it my toque). I pictured a warm scarf wrapped around my face and thought that would feel good. No matter, I told myself. I could take a hot shower when I got back home. I looked around at flowers in people’s yard and reminded myself that things WOULD warm up.
I only ran 32 minutes, but I thought that was all right for a mid-week run. I had things to do that I felt I must recruit my energies for. In fact, I’m still recruiting them and not getting a whole lot of things done. But at least I made my blog post.