I run to get fitter
I run to find peace
I run to let go of stress
I just love the release
I run to feel younger
I run to lose weight
Though running’s not easy
I end up feeling great
I run for the endorphins
I run to feel free
I run because I love it
And running loves me
— 𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕁𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤 (@RunningMrJones) January 20, 2021
and planning for 21 miles helped a lot in that respect. After last week’s quarantine, I was itching to run. I also wanted to get back into my Florida routine of getting up and out every morning as it really makes the days go better.
Like many of you, I’m more than a little over virtual socializing in place of spending time with friends. In this case, Liz and I could not spend our birthdays together anyway due to an ocean in the way, so some virtual mischief made it more fun.
I knew I couldn’t run “with” Liz on Thursday morning due to the time difference and it being a work day, so we settled on me running 21 miles during week. As you read on, you’ll see that math (along with handwriting!) is not my forté.
Just because I was sprung didn’t mean I wasn’t still in love with the Peloton. I’m so bored with my playlist that even if I weren’t in the free trial, the subscription would be worth it for new songs to run to. I am really, really trying to be good with the stretching and rolling and I ‘m getting there with the strength training. Thanks again for all your class help, Coco and Deborah!.
- never miss a Monday: was a recovery run after Sunday’s eight. Knew I was headed to Central Park as I wanted Fred to be a part of Liz’s birthday festivities and this was a guaranteed daylight visit. Quads were screaming from the bridge so I kept it flat on the reservoir and great lawn as I ran to the Madonna run. Love me some Madonna, but too much talking! It’s crazy to realize that all the names in Vogue were dead as of Lauren Bacall’s passing. That song always brings me back to Stonewall 50, and of the best songs on our playlist for our contingent.
- Tuesday: planned to walk Central Park as there was heavy cloud cover, but when I looked right (east) coming out of my apartment, I saw peeks of sun. River walk it was. I tend to run north and walk south so it’s not a same same, which I appreciate.
- Wednesday: part of why I came back to NY when I did was to ensure I’d be out of quarantine for Inauguration Day. I wasn’t sure my exact plans, but I knew a sunrise run to symbolize change was going to be part of it. At first it didn’t look like Mother Nature was going to cooperate, but then she decided to celebrate too. A cold, beautiful morning. I was grateful for my laptop to take a desk break and work in front of the TV for an hour to just appreciate the new leadership.
- Thursday: knew I was running after work, but was wide awake early and went to sit by the river for an absolutely stunning sunrise. When Mother Nature is putting on a show, the cold is much more manageable. After work, 2021 edition of the Office Run Group kicked off with our usual route, cut slightly short on my end so that I could do 4.9 miles for Liz. I was proud of myself for not avoiding Cat Hill. Running is such a mental game. I ran it as a total newbie and am (luckily) running pain free. There is no reason to avoid Cat Hill.
- Friday: original plan was a walk after work. I’ll do it later so rarely works. Luckily I needed to return a book to the library and the branch about a mile away was open, so I made myself go there for some semblance of a walk. I’m not a huge Van Leeuwen ice cream person, but I’m all about that motto.
- Saturday: a long run. But where? What distance? The latter question was driven by the start of this post, trying to run 21 miles for Liz’s birthday. Going Sunday-Saturday I was going to be just short or way over, so Monday to Sunday it was, which meant I 8+ miles was the plan. This was one of the (many) times I appreciates our coaches’ work during marathon training. Trying to find somewhere new to run is hard. Little Red Lighthouse? Too far & no shortcut home. High Bridge Tower? Same. Brush Staircase? Eh. Not baseball O’Clock yet. Roosevelt Island? Maybe. And then I began thinking about something I said over Labor Day weekend when I “discovered” the ferry stop at the Brooklyn Navy Yard. I could run to Wegmans and take the Ferry home, which was a much better experience than going uphill to the F train once I’d cooled down. Now, how to get to Brooklyn? I knew I had no interest in the 59th Street bridge and going that way wasn’t quite 8 miles. Then I remembered something I thought about when Shathiso invited me to be a part of her inaugural We Run the World post. I didn’t have a photo running on the Brooklyn Bridge because I don’t think I’ve ever run it. Between that knowledge and the impending construction making the route a lot less pretty, my route was set. I waited until early afternoon as it was frigid and windy, and why rush out in that weather when it isn’t necessary? The route was equal parts fun and gorgeous and I had the Hamilton run to take me over the Bridge itself. I hadn’t run down the East River since marathon training and the wind wasn’t off the East River so it wasn’t as cold as I thought it might be. For double the fun, it’s the spot too where I finished the #GreatManhattanLoop almost eight years ago(!!) Once I crossed the bridge it was a straight shot to Wegmans (a must!, although I didn’t buy anything) and then a quick hop to the ferry. It was absolutely freezing on the ferry, but my running backpack was well stocked with a coat and extra gloves and I stayed indoors save for one photo (masks required), so it was manageable. The run was fun and really a perfect winter day. While I’m still not training for anything, I felt this was a solid building block run and then I went with my favorite long run reward. Food rewards are “bad”, but sushi is so good and nothing will ever keep me from my sushi so long as it’s open. And yes, that’s a blow torch “heater”.
- Sunday: I’m leaving my apartment at some point to stretch out the cranky legs. But it’s a wind chill of 10 so it won’t be for long. I like winter but not necessarily WINTER.