So I ran two Saturdays ago, found out I could not run the 14K I has been aiming for, did not run for a week, ran last Saturday, then did not run again for four days. This is no way to train. In my defense… oh, never mind what my defense is, just believe that I have one, maybe not a good one, but you can’t have everything.
Where was I? Ah yes, about to make a Running Commentary post. It probably won’t be a long post, because it was not a very long run. But, hey, I broke the four day streak of not running. I call that a worthy accomplishment. Let us not contemplate its degree of worthiness as compared to other accomplishments which I did not achieve, but let us continue with the blog post.
I got home and right away got into running clothes (I said I broke the streak, I didn’t say I went streaking). I also gathered a load of laundry, which is my other accomplishment for the day. I did not plan to run very long, 20 to 30 minutes sounded good. I put the laundry in the washer and set out.
And right away my body was unhappy. Well, of course it was unhappy. It had not been running regularly for two weeks. That is, I had not been running regularly for two weeks. There was nothing for it but to have an unhappy run and hope for better in the future. My plan had been to run down German Street to Main Street. Turning down Main, I usually make a big square, going down to Albany Street, then over to Caroline and back up to German. I was not very far down Main when I decided to turn right sooner.
Through the little park by Basloe Library to Prospect Street. Should I cross immediately and go past the Do Not Enter sign to enter Bellinger Avenue? I do like to Enter where it says Do Not Enter. Or should I go through Meyers Park? I opted for the park. For one reason, I could cross Prospect Street at a four-way stop, which would be safer. However, before I reached the four-way, I saw a tree casting shade across the street. I crossed the street in the shade and felt clever.
It actually was not a thoroughly unhappy run. My legs eventually settled into it and felt pretty OK. My breathing was never great, but I was never gasping for breath or having a VCD attack (that is Vocal Chord Dysfunction, a thing I get when I overexert). I ended up last for 22 minutes, my favorite number. The cool-down walk felt even better, as it usually does. And I felt really pleased with myself that I went at all. For one reason, I knew I could make a Running Commentary blog post. It makes a nice change from posts about I Just Can’t Make A Good Post Today.