My first mistake was to look at the calendar. Did you know there are exactly TWO WEEKS till Christmas???
Yikes. So not ready.
So I did what any sensible runner would do – tied on my shoes and headed out for an easy six. When I walked back in the door I checked the calendar to see if it had just been playing with me. But no. There are really and truly on 14 days till C Day.
And you, my friends, have been left hanging. No lists of presents for runners. No suggestions. No ideas. My most sincere apologies. I’ll take a few minutes right now to fix that…
Gifts for runners:
Anything warm. Start with a wicking base layer. Long sleeved shirt. Fleece-lined tights. You absolutely cannot get too warm for running in this crazy weather. Or you can go all out and look at the winter running jackets. Hmmm?
Hat. Mittens. One of those funny balaclavas that covers your mouth and nose as well as your ears. Now THAT’S a good idea.
So this last week has not been conducive to running. When I checked my phone this morning, the weather app was flashing red warnings…DANGEROUS COLD. Seriously. Now, at the warmest part of the day, it’s been downgraded to EXTREME COLD WARNING.
Not conducive to running at all.
So I’ve done what any sensible sentient being would do. Stayed inside eating chocolate and drinking tea. And eventually heading down to the Rec Centre to get at least a little exercise.
Six laps = one kilometre. Good to know.
Of course the only problem is that I absolutely cannot keep track. The right side of my brain knows that the numbers go…1, 2, 3, 4, etc. But the left side gets bored with that and starts singing the numbers. Think, for example, the number one repeated over and over and over to the tune of We Wish You a Merry Christmas. (Santa was attending a party on the main floor. That’s my excuse.)
Then Phil, who continues to be my long suffering running companion, and I argue about how many laps it’s really been. Ok, argue might be a strong word for our little discussions. More like…is that three laps? I think four. Or maybe 2? Nobody ever really knows for sure how far we’ve gone.
An hour later, though, we’re done. Ready to wrap up again and head home for yet another mug of tea. Bengal spice anyone?
It should never arise. It should never be an issue. Except…
I’ve been sick. A very contagious blurg has been decimating the school. Students. Teachers. Aides. Everybody. Last week I broke down and went to the walk-in clinic where the lovely nurse practitioner wrote me a scrip for antibiotics.
It’s nice to not hurt when I breathe. It’s nice to be horizontal when I’m sleeping.
But now it’s been a week since I tied on the old sneakers, and I’m healthy enough to start twitching. But am I healthy enough to run? There may still be a little rattle in my chest when I cough. And, ok, I am still coughing a little. But seriously…
If my favourite doc happens to be reading this, I’d accept some free medical advice. I even usually follow it. grin.
Oddly enough, I don’t want to post a picture of me in my jammies with a red nose and crazy hair. So here’s what it might look like if I had gone for a run after school today.
So back to where we began… To run or not to run. Polls close at midnight on this important issue. Let your voice be heard.
1. Time. Lots and lots of time. We had a nice ceremony and visit with two veterans at school yesterday afternoon since today was a free day. Loved hearing the kids’ questions and the vets’ answers. And today I was more than happy to take advantage of the afternoon to go play at the lake. Again.
2. Weather. Really. 10 degrees C. About 50 f. Perfect day for a fall run. This is amazingly warm for this late in the season this far north so I’m taking all the advantage I can. Whenever. Wherever. I’m all about tying on my shoes.
3. The lake. No explanation needed here I’m sure.
4. Leonard Cohen. RIP. Sang with his “Hallelujah” echoing through my head.
5. And finally, interesting rock graffiti. Anyone want to translate this for me?
The best news, pals? It’s only Friday and a four-day weekend. See you on the trails.
Hello again. Still here. Still busy. But missing my bi-weekly running chat. So…
We did know what we were getting into. Really. We knew that when we moved 2,000 miles north we would once again have to deal with winter. Cold. Snow. But manageable. Right?
But in October?
Running is great in Slave Lake. There are paved trails around town for quick morning jaunts and unpaved trails around the lake. (Lesser Slave Lake. If you’re curious.) As of the beginning of the month, cold and dark is the name of the game, and I’m in.
Of course the snow made me think of Christmas, and I think this year my list will be very, very easy. WARM RUNNING GEAR. Please. Smartwool socks. Mittens. Gloves. Hats. If you think it will make my runs less polar, it’s perfect.
One real highlight of my early morning runs is zipping past the local gym. Big windows open onto the sidewalk and I cruise by waving at the runners and walkers on the treadmills. Yes, running is running is running. But really? I won’t rule it out altogether, but at the same time I won’t give in to the temptation to take to the ‘mill this early in the season. There are many colder mornings to come.
Clearly this is the place to earn my crazy runner badge.
So after many weeks absence I have a brief post about today’s run.
Just to be clear….I’m still running. Haven’t fallen off a cliff or traded my sneakers for some other sport-related footwear. But I have been a little busy.
Moved. Again. Started a new job. It seems to be all I can do to get my runs in. There’s not a lot of extra time for writing about it. So…quickly.
This morning Phil and I put in our usual five miles. Sunny windy day. Nice to be out. And about a mile, maybe a mile and a half, into our run we were joined by the animals in the field we were trotting past.