How about a Running Commentary Post in lieu of my usual Wuss-out Wednesday. I surprised myself by actually running. Let’s see if I can further surprise myself by writing a decent blog post about it.
Full disclosure: it was running only by the most generous definition of the act. Of course this is always the case with me, but today was an especially egregious example.
I did not get out as soon as I got home. First I talked myself out of it, which is what I did yesterday (Monday I counted mowing the lawn with the non-power mower as my exercise, so did not need an excuse). I sat and checked my email, looked at Facebook, got hungry, wondered what to eat. Then I changed into running clothes, put a load of laundry in the washer, and off I went.
Like the proverbial herd of turtles.
Oh, I thunked. I clunked. I huffed and puffed. But I kept going. I had a deal with myself that I only had to run for 20 minutes. That, with my ten minute cool-down walk, would bring me home just about when the washer finished. Surely I could rock 20 minutes (I’ll call you Shirley if I feel like it)! I was running more up to 45 minutes on the weekend. Come on, me!
I did not rock anything. However, I kept going. I looked at the grass, I looked at the trees. I ran in or across the street when I saw other pedestrians, because, you know, social distance. I called a greeting or waved to many of them. I saw other people’s irises which had already bloomed (mine are still buds, as pictured in yesterday’s post).
I’m thinking this is a short, and I am afraid rather dull Running Commentary Post. So I did not surprise myself twice. I must say that does not surprise me. Does that mean if I had surprised myself with a terrific blog post, I would have been surprised three times today? Discuss amongst yourselves.