So I did it. Despite convincing myself I would never get off the couch and was doomed to my own laziness, I got up, got dressed and ran out the door. I’d like to say I felt a magical lift as my feet hit the pavement and a burst of energy took over as I flew down the streets, but it didn’t quite happen that way.
The bike path in my town, where I planned to knock out a few miles was still snow and ice covered, guess they don’t plow the side of the roads over the guardrails…and why would they? So I struggled for a bit deciding where to go. This is my childhood town, the town I grew up in, that I supposedly know front and back. However, I have never ever tried to run here! Amazing. I didn’t know what sidewalks would be clear of snow, or what roads might be best to run alongside while still leaving enough room for cars. Basically, I felt lost.
I ran down a sidewalk en route to my former high school, but realized it was a bad idea as parts of the sidewalk gave way to muddy trenches, and so I turned down an area known in town as the “Tree Streets”. I thought this was pretty clever since the Tree Streets is a vast neighborhood of intersecting streets, (all named after trees,) it was bound to take me to 2 or 3 miles. I made my first loop on the outer edges only to realize that the Tree Streets are not quite as big or intricate as I had remembered in my youth. Funny how that happens.
I made a few loops around the blocks and feeling the burn in my chest headed back where I’d come from. All in all, it was not a bad run, I managed to get in 3.04 miles…but I have to admit it was incredibly boring, and I mildly feared running into anyone I knew. I think my next run will require a bit more planning as to where to go so I’m not caught off guard by weather limitations or unexpected encounters with former townies!