I don’t think this blog will go All Reindeer Run All The Time. I am not running enough to warrant such a thing. However, I did run today and will attempt to make a Running Commentary post instead of my usual Wuss-out Wednesday.
I had thought it was supposed to still be kind of warm today, and sure enough, when I got home from work my thermostat said it was 45 degrees out. That is my cut-off for shorts and short sleeves, but it was a bit windy, so I thought I would go for the leggings and long. Leggings were easy to find (actually they were polyester long johns I like to wear instead of pantyhose), but by the time I found a long sleeved shirt I was hot flashing. I had worn my t-shirt from the East Herkimer Fire Department 5K (remember that?) to work today, and that is such a lovely soft cotton, I decided to run in it too.
Thus hybridly attired (what, isn’t “hybridly” a word? It should be), I set out. Ooh, that wind was fierce. I was already regretting the t-shirt, but no matter. I thought about how good it would feel to put on my sweatshirt for my cool-down walk. I was thinking I should run a long (for me right now) time, at least 30 minutes. My last longest run was 36 minutes. I will increase that to 40 this weekend, which will put me right where I want to be for the 5K. I hope.
I let myself off the hook for hills, because I hate trying to cross a busy street in the late afternoon. In fact, traffic was so bad, I turned left instead of right at the end of my street so I would not have to run in front of the cars stopped at the STOP sign. I made it to Caroline Street before I didn’t want to cross again, but that was OK. This was one of my go-to runs: German to Caroline, then down Caroline, up Margaret, down Henry…
My run was enlivened by some Christmas decorations on some houses. I tried to make a note of where houses were that had lights, in case we go for a walk after dark one night, which I hope we will. My legs pumped along steadily, not giving me much problem. My breathing wasn’t too bad. My hands were turning to stiff icy claws, but what could I do? I just wouldn’t try to write anything as soon as I got home. I hoped my hands would be able to turn on the faucets for my shower. Ah, hot water would be great. Maybe I would even have hot chocolate instead of cold chocolate milk for my recovery beverage.
By the end of my run, I was feeling quite tired, but I persevered. I ended up running for 35 minutes instead of 36. Sorry, folks, I was at my house and I just did not have the mental or physical wherewithal to go past the house again (I had already gone past it once, running down the opposite sidewalk, then to the corner and crossing the street). It did feel wonderful to put my sweatshirt on.
I think I will be just fine for next Saturday’s 5K. My only sticky widget, as I just realized, is that I don’t have anybody to meet me at the end of the race and sing “We Are the Champions” while I walk around with my fists in the air. After a race, I like to walk around with my fists in the air while somebody sings “We Are the Champions.”