You know, like that blues song, “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”? I often think of that when I run so decided to use it as a title for today’s Running Commentary post.
I ran five days in a row then took yesterday off. I was disinclined to run this morning but knew it would be a good idea. For one reason, my depression has been kicking my butt lately. I just feel so sad and down! Of course, there are many reasons for sadness, in the world and in my life, but sometimes what I feel is is out of proportion. But one must not give way to despair. Exercise is a potent antidepressant. I got myself ready and went.
One way I got myself out the door was to plan a short, easy run. Not very far, not very fast, I thought. This would be great.
And it wasn’t bad. My legs are getting into pretty good shape; they pump right along with few or no complaints. I stuck to my plan for a 25 minute run, although I actually ran for 26. Bonus points! My mood was at its best when I paused to pet a nice dog.
As I walked my cool-down, a lady came up behind me, walking at a brisk pace, obviously for exercise. I got out of the way.
“You’re faster than me,” I said. “I ran, this is my cool-down.”
When she said she didn’t run, I remarked that she was obviously doing something right, because she looked terrific. She returned the compliment but went on to say she didn’t believe in running.
“It’s bad for your feet, your knees and your back.”
“I know,” I said, “but I love it.”
She said she didn’t understand that at all but told me to keep up the good work.
“You too,” I said, as she handily out-paced me. I continued my cool-down walk, blinking against the sweat in my eyes.
The run did improve my mood, as does getting a blog post published this early in the day. Will I publish again and be one less post behind? A little uncertainty adds interest to my day.