I’ve read enough and have been preached to enough about not running everyday especially given my age and IQ.
This was a major decision. When I commit to something and not do it, it tears me up. I stew over it.
Back when I was running five to ten miles everyday I begged my wife to drive me five miles west of our home and drop me off. It was minus five Fahrenheit. I didn’t want to run into the wind, nevertheless determined to run.
Anyway, I read my Bible, “… on the seventh day He rested …” Exodus 31: 17.
As I put on my sweats there was doubt; should I have tossed all advice and wisdom aside and ran yesterday?
My left calf muscle hurt at a hundred yards. I ran in smaller portions today.
Although completely disappointed, when I look back to just a week ago I have improved significantly.
On my run I pass over a fast-moving canal. I run a ways, turn left, and run over the same canal.
When crossing the canal the first time I saw a fish swimming against the current. I said, “Swim the other direction. It‘s easier.”
He did and really took off.
I made my turn and headed toward the canal again. Before I got to it I heard the fish yelling, “Wee, wee, I won. I won.”
Fish are like that.
“Oh yeah, well my calf hurts too buddy!”
No running today, although I feel like it and want to.
Yesterday my calf swelled. It looked like a python digesting a goat.
I have an old school mate, Ron. He’s been a silent inspiration to me about running (more on him later). I want to personally tell him how big my calves have swollen; Remember the school librarian, Bouncing Betty? Yeah that big, but not as sculptured.
I’m sitting here thinking, ‘how can I keep my running diary interesting? After a while I’ll run out of things to say except, ‘I ran. I ran some more. I really ran some more. I really, really ran some more…’
I still don’t have running shoes, which speaks to the confidence I have to keep this up. I don’t want to pour $12.99 into some really good running shoes and give it up.
Half way through my run I head west. I faced a 10 MPH wind. It felt like I was attached to a bungee cord and it was about to snap back any moment. So I tried an old sailing maneuver – tacking. Apparently the police got some 911 calls about a drunk running wildly on Fairview Avenue. You ever try to give a breathalyzer test when you’re out of breath? It’s slightly easier than running away handcuffed.
Not running today. I really felt like it, but I’m restraining.
Also I’m thinking about the strawberry pie Costco makes. It would take a year of running to burn the calories. I’m going for it!
I went out the side door this morning and looked over the neighbor’s fence. He was watching the news. I saw Obama on the screen. ’Hope and change,’ I thought. I opened my back gate. The gate created a breeze, sort of an updraft. Whew! My sweats! I need ‘change.’ During my run I wondered if there is a government program to fund my running; maybe one of those 3.6 million dollar studies that Sixty Minutes could do an exposé on. It would be a great way to promote my blog. (Interesting fact; “Obama” and “blog” come up on my “Spell-check” as misspelled.)
I’m calling this the end of my second week. Today I ran ¾ of a mile without stopping and I felt much better than the ¼ mile of two weeks ago.