My 5.53 mile run Monday night was the first run I’ve done in seven days. Yeah. I’ve had some strange bug that totally took me out last week and kept me crippled…that and the very first week of the Fall quarter at Scad was all it took to knock me off my game. I hate it when life intrudes on my passions.
I wasn’t sure what to expect of Monday night’s run. The way I had been feeling all of last week – the weakness, achy body and joints, acute abdomen pain. All last week I was convinced I was dying. I just knew that some terrible cancerous pacman was eating up my insides and was soon going to explode out of the top of my head. Thankfully, I was wrong and, slowly began to recover. By last Friday, I had begun to eat real people food – you know, hummus, beer and pancakes. By Saturday, I felt about 65% whole. So, I decided to put off running another day. On Sunday, I went back down but on Monday, I felt 97.9%. That was my body temperature. So, I decided to run.
I got to the rails to trails around 6:15pm and suddenly began feeling a little unsure of the run. I had a few prayer flags in my right hand and thought about them momentarily and realized that I should attempt the run to the end of the rtt if for anything to simply hang two of the particular prayer flags in hand. One prayer flag was for a friend that recently broke her ankle. I’m praying for a speedy recovery and for her to be back at her game soon. She’s a great runner with a great attitude and gusto for life. The second prayer flag was of a somber note. It was a prayer flag for SCAD animation student, Doug B. Horak, who recently passed away. He was a very talented young man that spent much of his time in Montgomery Hall, the building where I work. Although, I did not know this student personally, I was quite aware of who he was. When you work in the School of Digital Media as a systems admin you quickly learn who are the very talented and driven students. Doug Horak was certainly one of the best. My heart goes out to his family. So young to have perished.
So, for those two people, one that I call a friend and the other who I admired and hoped would have reached his full potential, I chose to run.
I started my run with joints crackling and hurting. My calves were very tight. My right Achilles ankle still very tender. I ran a quarter mile to where the ping-pong ball sized rocks covered the ground for the next hundred yards or so and forced me to slowly work my way through as if I were tip-toeing through a mine field. And, believe me, landing on one of those rocks in my New Balance Minimus shoes was literally like setting off an explosion of pain on the balls of my feet! After trudging through this mine field I was back on a smooth trail with little rockage to deal with. From there on about the only thing I had to be careful of was not crunching down on the millions and millions of fiddler crabs that were criss-crossing the trail like a bunch of lunatics acting like the top of their heads were on fire.
When I hit the mile mark I looked at my watch and happily realized that I ran the first mile at an 8:06 pace. That seemed a decent pace for a sickly, damaged old runner like me.
I hit the two mile mark and I was at :16:12. I had maintained the same pace for the second mile. Not bad, I thought, – considering all of the fiddler crabs I dodged and the aching right Achilles.
I then reached the westernmost bridge on the rtt and rather than stop at the barricade Chatham county placed to keep people from going to the end of the trail I simply dove over it and plunged through the air like a proud sailfish reaching for the sky, did a triple-backwards-corkscrew flip over the barricade, landed on the trail and ran to the end and hung the prayer flags. Okay, I kind of just made that last part.
I ran up to the barricade and carefully and slowly crawled over it making sure not to get any splinters from the wood on me or throwing out my. I then continued on to the end of the trail where I hung the prayer flags.
- 1 thousand or more fiddler crabs
- 1 dragonfly
- 1 butter fly
- 2 moths
- 1 seagull
- 1 red cardinal
I hung the prayer flags and I ran back faster than I ran to the end. All of the discomfort I had felt before the run was gone. My spirit was lifted on high and my formally wracked self-esteemed had risen a few notches and I felt well-balanced and happy. Once again, running proved to be the medicine my body and soul required.
Okay, thanks for stopping by.
peace to you and yours.