How about a Saturday Running Commentary to start the day? Well, technically it does not start my day, because I had to run, then I showered and did a couple more chores… but you know what I mean (didn’t call you Shirley that time).
Full disclosure: I had meant to be running in Liverpool this morning, from my sister Diane’s house. But I did not have my act together to get packed and make the drive last night. Did I mention that in last night’s post? I’m too lazy to go back and check. Uh, I mean I am too pressed for time. Yeah, let’s go with the second one.
In a rare move for me, I got dressed and out running before coffee and a chance to change my mind. I put on shorts and short sleeves before even checking the temperature. It was 51 F, so that was OK (45 is my arbitrary and sometimes ignored cut-off for long sleeves and leggings). It was foggy out, or “froggy” as my husband, Steven likes to call it. He likes frogs. I wished I was up to running up the hill to Herkimer College (formerly known as HCCC), to get a really good view of it. Then again, the view from up there is prettier without the fog, and I am NOT up to running that hill (at least, I might make it up out of sheer stubbornness, but I sure wouldn’t feel good afterwards). Anyways, I could see plenty of fog just looking down the street.
I turned right onto German Street. The air felt cool on my ears and hands, but I felt secure in my wardrobe choices. I crossed Main Street, since there was not much traffic that early, and decided to turn down the path over what used to be a hydraulic canal. I want to walk down it with my great-nephew Sheppie sometime, because somebody painted places with certain steps: march, jump, crab-crawl. We used to call it crab-walk in my younger days. It was my favorite, but I am not sure I would encourage anybody to do it on blacktop. We used to do it in the grass.
My previous longest run was 27 minutes last Sunday (in this latest bout of getting back into running). My runs during the week were shorter, after working all day. Since I am not currently building up for a specific race, I decided not to worry if this was a short run. For one reason, I was getting thirsty. That is one advantage of pausing for coffee: I also drink water. I just kept encouraging myself to keep going, bearing in mind that a nice bottle of water awaited me at my house.
The run ended up lasting 28 minutes. Woohoo! I never got any of those endorphins, which quite frankly I could have used. However, as usual, I felt good that I ran. And now I feel good that I made a blog post. On with the weekend!