I had two wonderful long runs this past weekend. Did I write a Running Commentary post about either one? NO!!! I had a short, thunky run this afternoon. Get ready for a short, thunky running commentary post.
The easiest thing to do after working all day is to talk yourself put of running. However, I did not indulge in such craven behavior today but went straight upstairs to put on running clothes as soon as I got home. I was going to run my usual weekday run: left on German Street to Caroline, then down Caroline, up Margaret, and down Henry for as long as I can stand it before going up Bellinger to home. I confess that sometimes I do not get very far down Henry at all.
I really did want to run today, because Saturday’s and Sunday’s runs had felt SO good. I thought I had my running mojo back and everything was going to be great. In fact, I was not particularly surprised to find out I was wrong about that. What do I think I am, a gazelle? Of course not. I am an overweight middle-aged lady with creaky bones and a bad attitude.
However, one thing I can do is persevere. At least for a while. Right away my run felt thunky. I felt chunky. And not very spunky. Sorry, folks, I just felt like throwing in a couple of rhymes just then.
As I reached Caroline, I realized I did not want to do the run I had set out to do. Traffic was with me, so I crossed Caroline. I would run to the end of Caroline, which loops around. I would follow the loop. Full disclosure: I did not know how long I would be able to persevere. I had not set out with a definite goal of how long to run. Naturally I hoped that I would hit the I Can Rock This stage and enjoy a medium or even a long run. I do not ask myself for miracles.
And I did not get miracles. I did not even get to rock this. However, by virtue of making a couple of strategic turns, I managed to run for 22 minutes. I call that not bad for a Tired Tuesday. And I am over 350 words. I call that not bad for a Tired Tuesday post.