Note to self: two runs in two weeks is not acceptable. This must change. You were doing so well…what the heck happened? Being tired is your own fault right now. Do something about it.
Alrighty then. Now that I’ve suitably lectured myself, let’s focus on today’s run. I can tell summer is trying to make a graceful exit b/c at 6:14 when my alarm went off, it was still kind of dark in our room. Nothing like getting up in the dark to try and boost motivation … (not quite). Here’s a trick I’ve learned when struggling with waking up: I check my email. I know, it sounds silly, but I find after I read my email, I’m actually awake.
Anyway, once I marched myself out the door, I knew I was doing a good thing. I knew I would re-energize with the run. And while it wasn’t easy (I was pretty slow and my legs complained…a lot), I was happy to be running again. I started noticing how running awakens all of a body’s senses…
Sight truly does dominate my runs these days. Aside from the obvious—having to open my eyes wide or risk running into a tree or oncoming cars—, I have been blessed to be running near farms. This morning, the sun was still struggling to rise (as was I), casting its rays across the wheat fields in a blurry haze. I saw barrels of hay, too, and when the road peaked just so, I could spy the water. Who could ask for a better view, and here I was getting the day’s first glimpses at it. Amazing.
Another sight I enjoyed today: drivers waving to me in response to my nod-o-head or wave-of-arm when they circled around me. I felt like they were cheering me on. My whole support team taking to the road.
It was pretty early so the lack of sounds was really the strongest sound. The stillness was magical. And then, just when I thought the air would crack from the stillness, enter the crows. And the crickets. That bird who trills. A few more verses and I could hear someone chopping wood. A car on gravel. The sound of my feet on the pavement. My breath quickening.
Hmmm…well I am pretty sure a fly did find its way into my mouth during the run, but I will spare you the details on that. So I wasn’t really tasting too much on this run. I was paying attention to my breath, which affected the texture of my mouth…not quite the same.
When I first left our neighbourhood, I was greeted with the sweet smell of maple syrup. Yum! I was almost tempted to find the source of the smell and make some new friends, but I figured nobody likes a stranger showing up on your porch first thing in the morning, so I ran on. Other smells this morning: skunk (not as inviting), cow (I’m immune), and myself (sounds gross, but reaffirmed that I was working hard)
Today my feet felt like lead. I had a harder time separating my thoughts from my physical self and I was quite aware of every thump thump thump of my feet on the pavement. The cooling breeze of this late summer morning was at first jarring, but I soon welcomed it. My face was warm…and sweaty.
One sight I did not, again, see were the cows. I’m getting a bit annoyed at my local cows, as they seem to be late risers. I think I shall try getting in an evening run this weekend to pay a visit to my local herd. They need a talking to…