After running four days in a row while in Hilton Head, I probably shouldn’t have even looked at my sand-ridden sneakers sitting in the corner of my apartment on Monday morning — I know that. But with a couple of important meetings scattered throughout the day, I also knew that I needed an outlet — a little ‘me’ time to hash it all out.
When I left my apartment on Monday morning, the feeling of pavement beneath my feet felt incredible; the hard, familiar surface was welcome after four days of running on the beach. Within a few blocks, I decided that I could hack it for five miles — that another day of running (not counting taking Sunday to rest and blow kisses with my nephew) wouldn’t be a big deal. And of course, that’s when my shin started to hurt.
Ok, body, I hear you loud and clear.
(That’s Becker’s version of a kiss. We’re working on it.)
Too tired to come up with excuses or lament over another run cut short (there’s been a bunch of those since the Rock ‘n’ Roll Philly Half), I simply resolved to shift my focus to soaking in the holiday spirit (that is, after peddling my feet on the threshold of Central Park, debating whether or not to actually step in).
Scan the streets of New York City in the days following Thanksgiving, and you’ll know what I mean; the holiday spirit is literally everywhere — every storefront, every streetlight, every food vendor.
While three miles would be it for me on Monday morning, I have to admit that, between abounding glitter and laid-back tunes (see below what little surprise popped on my Pandora — amazing!), it was pleasant from start to finish. When it was all over, I was proud of myself for listening to my body. Just a year ago — maybe even just a month or two ago — I can’t say I’d have done the same.
- What’s your favorite part about running during the holiday season?
- When’s the last time you felt a small twinge of pain and decided to take it easy?