The Reindeer Run 5K in Little Falls is looking increasingly remote. I feel so sedentary lately! I have managed to bestir myself to take a few half-hour walks, so I do not completely harden into a concrete slab. Oh yeah, like I would ever be rock hard! But heavy as a rock. Perhaps concrete flab. In any case, I managed to go running this morning so will attempt a Sunday Running Commentary.
Winter weather was in the forecast, and when I woke up sometime in the very early morning, I thought I heard sleet against the windows. We woke up to rain and wind that makes an old witch like me look at the sky fearfully. I figured a run was out of the question. After coffee and scrambled eggs, I began to question it. Steven said it was snowing, but when I looked out the window a few minutes later, the precipitation had abated. After waiting for my food to digest, I got into running clothes. Of course it started snowing again, but after I wrestle myself into two sports bras (don’t you DARE say TMI!), I run.
The snow had turned to rain by the time I got outside. As I started to run, I questioned my determination. I had said to Steven that a 20-minute run would not kill me. Still, there exists a lot of discomfort short of death that I might like to avoid. Never mind, I told myself. I have been putting on a few pounds once again. Running was a good idea. Presently the rain stopped. The sun even started to peep out from behind the clouds. This was all right. The wind was still pretty fierce, but I had a headband over my ears and my sleeves pulled over my hands. I could do this.
I did not run any hills, but ran up and down the sidewalks, avoiding puddles and mud. I could keep this up for 20 minutes. Maybe even longer. Let’s see, how far away was the Reindeer Run? How much longer than 20 minutes would I have to run to be in OK shape for a 5K by then? I think the run in on the 9th of December, giving me two more weekends to increase my run time. Then I thought I could probably run a 5K regardless. Nobody cares how slow you go on these community runs. No doubt I could keep moving on determination alone till I got to the finish line. People are nice; they would still clap for the fat old lady huff-puffing along. It might be fun.
As I walked my cool-down, I felt wonderful. The hot shower felt even better, and my chocolate milk recovery beverage was delicious. I am still on the fence about the Reindeer Run. Any advice from my readers?
Mohawk Valley Girl 