I feel like starting this post with a serious question: Do you take glamorous running photos? I don’t.
Honestly, I just don’t understand people who take great photos. It’s not only that I don’t know how to “pose” or whatever mid-stride, but I also have no idea where and when the photographers will pop up. It’s like a total mystery to me.
Fortunately, when it comes to running photos, my ego doesn’t get too bruised. I mean, I could hardly manage to get my face into this lovely pre-race photo, the problem being that Noah and all of his friends are at least 7 feet taller than me. I’m not even that short; I’m 5′-freaking-5″. What’s a girl gotta do to get her mug out of the water mark and into the frame?
Anyway, Wednesday morning’s run was more of the same. I woke up unsure of whether or not I really wanted to run considering the mileage I’ve been hitting for no particular reason. I even considered strength training for all of 30 seconds before I looked at the weather, realized it was 55 degrees, deduced that I could get away with running in shorts, and geared up for a Central Park excursion. No surprise there.
The first 2 miles were uneventful. I took Lexington Avenue all the way up to about 60th, suddenly taking note of the monuments in my own backyard after a weekend of sightseeing in D.C. No, New York City views aren’t so bad at all.
My conclusion from today’s run was simple: I’m tired. Don’t get me wrong; the run was beautiful and it felt really nice to be out there soaking up the sunshine. My calves, on the other hand, were less excited to be moving, and by the time I entered Central Park at 72nd Street – what I’ve recently discovered is called the Inventors’ Gate – my lower extremities were screaming.
Fine, I’ll listen, I thought to myself, stopping at the benches that line the entrance to the park for a solid 5-minute stretch. I lifted my legs up onto the bench seats and pushed my calves forward, putting pressure on my Achilles in order to loosen whatever I could. I still had about 2.5 miles before I was back home, after all, and the last thing I wanted to do was to strain anything that would prevent me from running tomorrow or the day after that or the day after that.
If you’ve never taken an outdoor run before work, I think this photo says it all. In short, do it. Because even on those days when waking up before your alarm and running seems more challenging than that report you have to get on your bosses desk by noon, I guarantee that you’ll never regret having spent 30 minutes to an hour simply moving your body and getting fresh air. Remember: No one has ever regretting working out.
On that note, I’ll leave you with another unattractive photo of moi, running my heart out during the Cherry Blossom 10-Miler. (I’m the girl with her arms too high – not the man in the red shirt and gray sweats, FYI.)
And I’ll return to my initial question of the day.
Do you take glamorous running photos, or, like me, do you cringe every time you receive that e-mail that reads “Your photos from the [insert race title here] run are ready!” I’m almost tempted to create a page that’s solely dedicated to ugly race photos, just to further embrace the very idea of it. Thoughts? Would you submit yours for everyone to see?