Today’s run (street): 3.4 miles
Yesterday’s run (treadmill): 3.3 miles
Last Sunday’s run (street): 4.7 miles
Yesterday morning was rainy, so I stayed indoors and cranked out a decent run on the treadmill. The music mix was worse than usual, causing me to toggle between multiple channels to escape a string of slow ballads from the 70’s and what seemed to be the worst songs recorded between 1980 and 1989. For example, anything by Cher. I followed my usual technique of upping the treadmill’s speed by a tenth of a MPH every quarter mile (or so) and by the end I was in a full sprint mode.
This morning’s run was delayed due to an early morning appointment, but I still managed to get out the door a little before 9:00 AM. The weather was mild (57°) except when the wind hit. I dressed light and stayed comfortable. There are only so many roads to run in my neighborhood and the challenge is to string together a route that somewhat breaks the monotony. It can be as simple as running a street in the opposite direction than I usually run it.
Today I began with a run around the grounds of the middle school and while rounding the front drive I noticed another runner coming from the opposite direction. As we got closer, I recognized her from other runs. This woman probably has two decades on me but she’s always out there, wearing her purple running jacket with a matching hat. We exchanged cheery hellos as we passed by.
About five minutes later I was heading up a different road when this woman and I crossed paths again. This time we exchanged shy waves. I thought that was that until I rounded another road and saw her once again in the distance. She wasn’t fast but she got around. As she got closer, I saw her go up on the sidewalk and run on top of some driveway edging stones. When we passed, she said, “I have to do something to make this fun!” I could see TPP doing the exact same thing 30 years from now.
I had hoped that yesterday’s good workout would continue into today, but I ended up having only a so-so run. That was okay because even a mediocre run is better than none. I’m thinking about a trail run and may return to Stillwell tomorrow. The last time I ran there I had a bad fall and now I’m a little gun shy. I love Stillwell too much for that to hold me back. So maybe.