I have been trying to get back into the running habit, with some small amount of success. I ran two consecutive weekend days, took yesterday off, and managed to run today. Having written no blog post earlier (I DID write while on break and work AND after I got home, but it was not a blog post, sorry), I will attempt a Running Commentary, even as the little devil on my shoulder (you know, like they used to show on the cartoons, angel on one shoulder, devil on the other?) is whispering, “Tired Tuesday! Make it another Tired Tuesday! You qualify! You deserve it!”
Ahem, trying not to be distracted, I continue. It was chilly and foggy this morning, but this afternoon was one of those when Mother Nature reminds us that it is still summer, even in the Mohawk Valley. I prefer to run in the fall weather. I told myself that it certainly was not in the 80s, which I have run in, so I should just get out there and do it. So I did.
I had gone about three steps when I began to wish I had remembered to stretch before running. I have gotten out of the habit of stretching before a run. It is hard enough for me to start running anyways; I figured stretching was just more time for me to talk myself out of it (although full disclosure: I have never talked myself out of running once the sports bras were on or even out of the drawer). Additionally: most sources say you should run in place for a minute and then stretch. Oh, that is way too much trouble. I thought, I begin running slowly, that will be my warm up. And it has worked all right. However, lately I have been thinking a few little stretches before the run might be a good thing to do. Only now I am out of the habit. Oh, the trials and tribulations!
So today I thought, should I pause right now and stretch? I had just waved at a couple of neighbors sitting on their front porch, so I felt self-conscious. Then again, they probably would not think anything of it. Then again, stopping running was what I wanted to do more than anything else just then, so I was afraid of my ability to begin again once stopped. I kept going.
It was soon apparent that I was not up to a long run. That was OK, I told myself. This was a mid-week run. Twenty minutes was all right. Just enough to get a little exercise, stay in the running habit. No problem. Oh, but it took a long time. And it was warm. Every bit of shade I ran through, I appreciated. Of course I have had much hotter runs, and certainly more humid runs. I have had runs where my feet, knees and back hurt more, where I have been longer without running, where it has been more difficult to breathe.
In short, I need to count my blessings. I ended up running for 30 minutes. This is how long I was running last week. Sunday I upped the time by the recommended 10 percent to 33 minutes. Oh, don’t shake your head at me and ask if I couldn’t possibly have lasted three minutes more! Maybe I could have. And maybe that three minutes would have tired me out so much that I really would have had a Tired Tuesday post, after NOT getting done the writerly chores I finished before making this post.
I’m going to call that a win. I hope to see you all on Wuss-out Wednesday, for which I will make no promises.