Running worthy

Some things are basic; but I’m a little out of practice at this running at lunch thing. When I arrived in the locker room, discovering that I had forgotten my jog bra, I was determined that I *would* be running today at lunch. The day was wonderfully sunny, meaning that the tights that I had packed were a little too warm for the day. These things did not stop me.

Since I did have a short-sleeved shirt, I wore that with the tights. These two pieces were not ones that I would normally pair up. *sigh* Oh well, people were going to get a nice view at my backside whether they liked it or not. I tried to slip through the halls un-noticed, but there were people all over. I am sure that I was not the sight of corporate professionalism, but I need a run today that is worthy of calling a “run”.

I got all wired up as I did a few stretches for good measure. It is amazing to me just how tight my muscles have gotten doing essentially “nothing.” The first 2-3 minutes were on pavement. I could feel my peroneal tendon stretching with each footfall. By the time I hit the uphill, however, the foot was comfortably plodding along. I then became aware of my breathing. I am so out of synch with where my mind wants to be; it was silly of me to expect that I could just power up the hill as if I never stopped running. Thankfully, the hill is short. A few minutes later I was rolling easily down the other side, carefully negotiating each step of the rugged dirt path.

I made my way past the many people strolling in the park, past the ducks and geese, and around the little lake. Before long, I was heading back towards my office building. Back in the locker room, I had the dilemma of the sweat soaked bra. I pulled my work shirt on and went back to my desk to see what further madness had been delivered to me via email. I hoped that the sweat would stay put, not penetrate my work shirt, and dry up before my 2 pm meeting. Corporate professionalism for the price of a run worthy of being called a “run”.