It’s only been 1 week since I first complained of my recurring piriformis pain, and I’m happy to report that, after being very prudent and taking a break on Monday, I completed a delicious (almost) 6-miler along the East River on Tuesday morning. To celebrate my return, I wore entirely too much pink.
This week, I will run for variety.
I have to admit, I’ve been getting a little bored of my Central Park runs. It’s not that I don’t love it; and it’s not that I’m not endlessly happy once there. It’s that, after so many months of exploring the various pathways of my favorite place in Manhattan, this simple route I’ve done more times than I can count just isn’t getting me out the door lately. At least not like it used to.
On Tuesday, I changed up my typical morning run, trading in the lower loop for a 2.75-mile straight shot along the East River.
Although I usually avoid the East River since out-and-backs can bore me to tears, I’ll confess that I was a little excited about only having to jog 4 avenues to my “pretty” destination, as opposed to my 20-block and 3 avenue trek to the bottom of Central Park.
As has been the story lately, Tuesday’s run was absolutely delightful in the admittedly lamest of terms. The air was incredibly crisp, unlike the recently humid and muggy days we’ve been dealing with here in Manhattan. The sun was shining. My body felt great. Piriformis pain was nowhere to be found, and the sudden freedom from the condition left me walking, rather, running on air.
It’s not often that my stride feels light and airy, like the way the late Micah True told Christopher McDougall to envision it in Born to Run. Maybe it was the relatively flat surface in contrast to Central Park’s hills, or maybe it was the hiatus I took the day before. I don’t know. But whatever it was, it worked.
Helpful hint: If you’re running along the East River and have time to spare, I recommend taking a lap or two around the track just north of the Williamsburg Bridge. It’s a great way to tack on a little distance while giving your knees a break from the pavement!
This week, I will run for my sanity.
This one’s kind of a no-brainer (pun intended). On Monday, I felt as though I had so much work that I needed to simply get to it. No run, no fun. What that also resulted in was no sanity. Bad idea? Probably.
After a day of biting my lip (I do that when I’m anxious, in addition to chewing my cuticles and the inside of my cheek; yum) I couldn’t wait to run on Tuesday morning. While out there, running all gazelle like with the wind in my hair and the sun on my skin, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t skip out on my runs for the sake of another e-mail, profile or the chance to do my hair. (Kidding, I never do my hair anyway.)
Running outdoors, with surroundings like these…
…is one of the only parts of my day that keeps me somewhat sane, and so sacrificing this for all the other, insanity-causing elements is just plain stupid. Lesson learned.
This week, I will run for a beach body.
There really isn’t much of an explanation to this one. In general, I don’t work out for physical gains; I can thank my parents and a pretty solid gene pool for that. But let’s be honest. Even the slimmest and buffest of ladies and gents look to tone a little here and there come beach season and, well, beach season is among us friends.
Ultimately, not skipping out on a workout or tacking an extra half-mile on to your route will only benefit you as a runner anyway. If it takes a little visualization of yourself prancing near a pool, lake or ocean in an itsy bitsy teeny — you get the point — then so be it.
- What will you dedicate your runs to this week? Vanity? (Kidding. Kinda.)
- Anyone heading to the beach, pool or lake house this weekend? Want to take me with you?