How about a Running Commentary post instead of me whining about how tired I am and I can’t think of anything to write anyway? If it doesn’t work out, we can always call it a Wuss-out Wednesday. I’m flexible like that.
I surprised myself by going on the run. I had spent the day trying to psyche myself into it, mostly to have something to make a blog post about. Naturally I was tired at the end of the day, and confirmed in my decision NOT to run the Boilermaker 15K. So it didn’t MATTER if I didn’t run, did it? Well, I suppose it never matters to anybody except me. At any rate, when I went upstairs to take a shower, I realized I did NOT feel like taking a shower. For some reason, running felt like less trouble, so I sought out a couple sports bras and got ready to go.
It was sunny with clouds out, cool air, especially when a breeze blew. Still, it didn’t feel too bad in leggings and long sleeves. I could rock this. I was glad I had gotten myself out the door.
And then I was sorry, because my body did NOT feel like running. Well, what a surprise, after a full day at work. I have not been running after work in a while. I need to get back into doing it on a regular basis. I reminded myself that I only require myself to do 20 minutes on these mid-week runs. Then I remembered that on my weekend runs, the run only started to feel really good after 20 minutes. What’s a slacker to do? Just keep going, I thought. However far you go, you go.
As I ran, I noticed that other yards were not covered with crappy brown, flat, old leaves, like mine is. It snowed before I finished raking, although I did make attempts last fall. Had these folks been more ambitious last fall or this spring? We did have a lovely weekend, during which I was too busy with a murder mystery and rehearsal to rake. I admired a few Easter decorations and wondered in a vague sort of way when I might have time and ambition to do something. Not in time for Easter, probably. Still, I could put some fake flowers in the box on my front porch (it gets too much sun for the real thing). I passed one house who had a nice display of those.
I only passed one dog, which I asked to pet. The guy walking her told me the dog was scared of people, which she demonstrated when I put my hand out for her to sniff. She did give me a quick lick, so I contented myself with that and ran on.
A couple was sitting on their front porch, something I am looking forward to doing.
“I’m going inside to take a nap!” the man told me. “You’re making me tired!”
“As soon as I get home, I’m taking a nap,” I assured him. In fact, I have not napped yet, but I foresee an early bedtime.
I ended up running 22 minutes. I can’t say things felt a whole lot better as I ran, but I persevered. The cool-down walk felt wonderful as usual. The chocolate milk recovery beverage was even better. Yes, that is one reason I run: the promise of chocolate milk afterwards.
As usual with Running Commentaries, this has been my longest blog post in a while. Has it entertained? I hope so. Tomorrow will be another hasty pre-rehearsal post so no promises. But I hope you are having a lovely mid-week.
PS. I did take a shower. I knew some of you were concerned when I said earlier that I didn’t feel like it.