Damp and dreary does the day. To spare the forum further alliteration, here is today’s running report.
With temperatures soaring to a balmy 18.3 degrees C (measured fully-clothed), I decided to drive to the trails that are a system of partially-paved asphalt and sand paths that meander through forests of oaks and palmettos bedded in sandy, loamy soils.
This time of year, few people cycle or run these 45 miles,making the experience more tranquil yet busy with other forms of life. The recent freeze has removed the last of the hold-out leaves, so as I made the winding climb along the ridge of what was once an underwater berm, I could see several deer on the plain below, framed between dotted nests of osprey and squirrels in stands of bare trees to the south. Far beyond them lay the gulf, barely visible and monochromatic, against the dreary sky.
Making the slow ascent, my legs felt strong, I had to put a little more effort into my breathing to maintain pace, which I am working on for the next month or so. “Push!” I silently ordered myself. I love hill climbing, and while I am no sprinter, this is one area in which I seem to do fairly well. How I love a race with a bridge, hill or two!
One of the best things about running, is that you always have your most important competitor with you. Well, today’s competitor was lazy and I was going to have none of it. Once I tested my tractions on the slippery slope of the downhill run, I let loose with my feet and expanded my stride leaving damp leaves flying in my wake. Between the oaks with their Spanish moss dripping from the dew like the fingers of a tired laundress I pushed on, clanking my way over two loosely-planked bridges, and around a long-familiar Magnolia tree that leans into the bend of the path.
While I could have run farther, my nagging schedule awaited, cutting short what could have been a half marathon; I felt that good. Soaked from the humidity and the dewy raindrops, I fell into a speedy recovery with a series of stretches, all the while thinking about my competitor whom I had left behind in the first half mile. With a good pace, a long distance, and up and down a few rigorous hills I had vanquished that negative, lazy runner once again.
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