This seems to be my motto of late. I took a 6 week running class that I really enjoyed, probably because I didn’t have to think much of anything. Times were set, the coach came up with the routes, and I didn’t have to decide on mileage. Now that class is over, I find that I keep making little discoveries about running – usually after the fact – that I hope will help me become a
better smarter runner. When I first moved to Texas, I shied away from running around my neighborhood and stuck with the treadmill. Now, I kinda don’t even want to look at the treadmill and have been running outside, exclusively. I’m exploring new routes and figuring out the best times to run.
Here’s some examples of my run and learn experiences:
Running in 84 degrees at night is not the same as running in 84 degrees during the middle of the day. Run and learn.
Running a good chunk of your run around a loop in the same direction is not going to feel so good later. My entire right side hurt afterwards. Note to self: change directions. Run and learn.
When running during the weekday mornings, run a route where you don’t have to worry or think about cars, sidewalks ending, and crossing lanes of traffic during rush hour. Derp. This morning, I ran across an intersection successfully, but knew I would have to cross the street again because the sidewalk was ending. I’m not sure if my brain was thinking quicker than my feet, or if my feet were moving faster than my brain (more likely), but I tripped over something just as I hit the next block and fell on my hands, knees, and iPhone. I just got some scrapes – my phone suffered more than I did, unfortunately. All I kept thinking as I was falling was that I hope no one is seeing this derptastic stunt. How random is that?! I immediately got up and started running again, but I felt a little rattled after that. My momentum seemed off and I felt annoyed that I got out of bed to just fall on the ground and crack my phone. I put a band aid on my knee, pouted over not having a fun band aid to make me feel better but I’m happy to report that I’m over it now. I laughed and told myself that I was waiting for fall and got what I was asking. I’m more annoyed with myself that I cut my run a little short. I should have just stuck it out and ran through it until I felt better. Next time. Only, I really hope I don’t make tripping on sidewalks a habit. I’ll just chalk today’s crappy run to a learning experience so I don’t feel like my early morning was wasted.
My son saw my “booboo”, kissed the band aid and said, “all better!”. And then he said, “pay attention!” He’ll make a fine runner some day!