Not a Great Look
There's nothing pretty or impressive about my running style these days. During chemo I grew to accept my stop & go, sluggish pace... the rare times I tried to run.
Since radiation started, I've had more energy and less muscle fatigue, but I still feel like I'm in one of those "running in molasses" dreams. And it's obvious from my socks that I've given up on my running fashion.
Running in the Dark
Back when mornings were dark, I was able to motivate myself to run more easily.
When Daylight Saving Time ended, I felt like the sunshine was spotlighting my draggy pace, as well as my silly head covering. The bandana/ball cap combo, seems to be the only thing that will not slip off my head.
Running in Broad Daylight
The other day I talked myself into walk/running with Don in the afternoon. It was a beautiful day, with more people wandering the neighborhood. I added sunglasses to my running costume and hoped to avoid social stops along the way.
We almost finished the "loop" when I spotted some neighbors I haven't seen in months. I dreaded the slowdown, but our short encounter ended up giving me a boost. I was surprised by the warmth of our kind neighbors, who had heard of my cancer through the grapevine. I had expected an awkward meeting and instead was given some kind words, a little hand holding and a promise of prayers. Hindu prayers actually. My first.
The other morning I took a different route. I needed to distract myself with different views and get my mind off how much I hate running these days.
I laughed at the sign that scared my kids when we moved into the neighborhood 18 years ago.
I wish I'd spotted a gator. I've only seen one gator in the hood, in almost 20 years.
The only wildlife I saw, was of the flying sort.
I enjoyed running along the creek keeping an eye out, where I spotted that gator, many years ago.
Another morning, I attempted another route and ended up behind my son's old middle school. As I trotted by, I remembered the year it opened, when Scott started 6th grade. There were 2 big trees then. Today I spotted just one grand tree and a pretty humongous stump. I had to take a moment to study the rings, before moving on.
I like to run in my own private world. I consider my run a success, if I complete it without seeing another human. One day, I attempted to change my introverted attitude, by greeting everyone.
One feeble looking man looked up from his pecan picking chore, with a look of surprise. I repeated, "Good Morning!" and a grin covered his face. Then I noticed a new crossing guard! The old one refused to smile and the new guy hollered, "Beautiful day!"
After a few greetings, my altered route took me along the backside of the lake, just as the morning sun hit the fountain.
I stopped and took a cell phone pic and sighed. My dreaded run had given me some nice moments.
It's nice to know, exercise will only get easier, after I finish up treatments. For now, I'm going to enjoy the scenery more and worry less about how I look... in the scene.
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 13, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me. I ranted for a year, until I got my vaccine in March 2021.
Coronary Artery Disease was the reason I restarted this blog on September 26, 2021. This time it was Don who was dealing with a worry that started with the letter "C".
Coronavirus and Cancer, Coronary Artery Disease! All are evil, but none can totally get me down... if I vent! I usually end up feeling a little more positive at the end of each post!