Rise and shine.
I woke up on Friday morning with a pounding headache (non booze related, thank you very much) and a serious need to run – two things that don’t exactly go hand in hand. I had been looking forward to this morning’s run all week. Noah’s gone, meaning I’m up and out of bed without pressing snooze; I’ve worked out every other day this week, so I wanted to make it a solid 5; and I really like bookending the work week with solo excursions in the park.
So without really thinking about it (since thinking gives you way too much time to come up with really good excuses), I jumped out of bed, popped a couple of Advil, and geared up to bang out however many miles I could, whether that meant a block or more. Whether it’s too cold, too hot, or you have a semi-migraine coming on, getting outside is the first step to running. The rest sort of falls into place, and if it doesn’t, you can always turn back around.
The first mile or so, I could feel my head aching with every step. It wasn’t ideal, but I could tell that the pain was starting to dissipate. Between the Advil and the endorphins, I was well on my way to recovery. So I kept going.
By the time I hit the 72nd Street entrance of Central Park, my headache was gone. I was tired, but simultaneously so grateful to be stepping onto one of my favorite paths on earth. I ran the bottom half of the Central Park loop, and headed, as usual, down 5th Avenue back toward home.
Showered and clean, I can honestly now say that I am truly happy I got 5 miles in this morning. After a week of having to balance stretching and being mindful of my body with a desire to pack in however many miles I could, I’m ready to call it a weekend.
Remember when I said that I loved NYC, but if you don’t get out every once in a while, it’ll steal your soul? Well I meant it. As of Friday night, I’m going back to Long Island to see family, help out at the chocolate store (it is almost Valentine’s Day, after all), and avoid computer screens at all costs.
To be honest, I’m not sure if I’m going to make it out for a run this weekend. After a week of really pushing myself (actually, three weeks, since I’ve only taken three days off in that time), I could use a couple of days of nothingness. Absolute nothingness. Plus, I think the weird muscles on the inner arch of my foot that I’ve never noticed before until yesterday could use a break too.
Happy weekend, and stay warm East Coasters! And stay tuned to find out if I actually didn’t run this weekend. Not likely.