So I ambitiously went running, thinking I could do a Monday Running Commentary for a change. Then as I started cooking dinner, I thought maybe a cooking post. Of course, a part of me always wants a Monstrous Monday, even when it isn’t Monday. Then again, I have not been running in a while. I think I’ll comment on it.
I have really fallen off the exercise wagon lately, much to my own detriment. At my age, I need to stay active or I may stop moving entirely! I did go for a nice walk on Saturday, so I have not been completely sedentary. I took comfort in that and made my plans. It was such beautiful day, I preferred to do something outside than go to the YMCA. I told myself, walk or run, but do SOMETHING!
As I got ready to go running, I realized I need to invest in some more sports bras (PLEASE do not tell me TMI!). My supply is getting kind of old. I found a couple to wear, though, as well as bicycle shorts, running socks and a loose-fitting t-shirt. I remembered where my running shoes ended up. This was going to be great! I got together a load of laundry to throw in while I ran, just to be extra ambitious, especially for a Monday.
It was with a little frisson of virtue, therefore, that I started out. Unfortunately, it was not long before my legs said, “Oh, crap.” This was not going to be fun. However, as I have often noted, if I have learned one thing, it is how to persevere. After all, one must get through the crappy runs in order to get to the good ones. I could at least enjoy the sunshine.
I could not enjoy the sunshine. But I sternly warned myself against dwelling on my misery and kept going. Seeing flowers and looking for shade distracted me somewhat. Some people were sitting out enjoying the day. I even saw a sunbather, stretched out on a lounge chair, face down. I was reminded of Hercule Poirot’s observation in Evil Under the Sun, about sunbathers looking remarkably alike. Oh dear, he put it much better than that. I don’t know where I put my copy of that book, and I really don’t want to take the time to look for it now. Read the book yourself, if you like murder mysteries.
Anyways, I managed to run for 22 minutes (my favorite number!). As is often the case, my cool-down walk was my favorite part. I think my least favorite part is this blog post about it. I’m sorry, folks, it’s Monday, and I have to finish cooking dinner. I hope to see you all tomorrow, on Tired Tuesday.