Raining and Small Changes – RunLog 2-20-18

Let’s try this again, I had the entire post written and then discarded it before I saved it, so I did not even have a deleted copy to recover. Just keep smiling. 🙂

Finally, my Hoka Bondi 5’s had a run where they did what they were supposed to – not make my feet hurt and pretty much disappear on my feet. Let’s back up a bit.

Last night I swapped out the insoles in the Bondi 5’s to a thinner pair that I had used successfully in a different pair of running shoe and changed the laces to an elastic lace system. Then this morning Bennie and I did his long walk in the Bondi 5’s to see if those small changes had made a difference. For a change they didn’t bother at all on the walk. Good news.

However, today was supposed to be my long run and I really wanted to get up to double-digits for the first time this year. Unfortunately, it was mid 30’s, raining and foggy – definitely not great long run weather…doable, but with tomorrow predicted to be in the 60’s and sun, I thought that a long run in shorts and t-shirt might be more appealing.

I would not have worn the Hoka’s for the long run, I don’t trust them for that yet. However, a nice 4-5 miles in the rain wouldn’t be out of the question. So I headed out into the rain and fog.

The green elevation graph is a bit exaggerated, but I do dislike that big hill so close to the end of my run.

The Bondi’s felt good and I purposely kept the pace slower, since I will be doing the long run tomorrow, by the time I got down to Pepin, I was feeling pretty good, so instead of taking my normal turn down there, I headed off for the Middle Road.

There was a lot more traffic than usual on the Middle Road and then I remembered it was school vacation week and more than likely there were a lot of people go to and coming back from Augusta’s shopping areas. All I know is that I spent way too much time on the road shoulder, which meant running through soft sand, mud, puddles and avoiding traffic when it got a little too close a few times.

When I got down to the Reynolds Hill Road, I almost called Mary to ask her to pick me up in Augusta. I wasn’t looking forward to running back up Philbrick Hill and going back up what I knew was going to be a wind tunnel going back up the Middle Road. I probably should have, but I didn’t.

Yep, going back up the Midddle Road was fun running into the headwind, rain, road shoulders and it seemed even more traffic than there was going out. Lots of fun.

It was even slower going up Bartlett, but I made it without any big issues. I just took it easy and slow up that hill. Then finished comfortably.

It was a nice 6.0 miles in the rain, but you notice that I am not complaining at all about the Hoka Bondi 5’s today. They actually felt comfortable and I didn’t think anything about them except to think how good they felt. This is the first run in them that I have not fought against discomfort or pain in them. This is the run that I should have had in them the second or third time, not 70 miles later.

However, I finally had that good run in them that I have been looking for. All I can hope for now is that it is repeated the next time out.

Opting Out and Opting In

A little while ago, I deleted all my news apps, got rid of most of the newsfeeds that I could in Facebook, kicked more than a few political/newsy type blogs to the curb and guess what.

I don’t miss the hysteria, wailing, gnashing of teeth, how we are teetering on the brink of the end of the world as we know it.

It may well happen.

I will or will not be there when it happens.

Until it happens or I die, I plan to life a full and good life, that is not burdened by being constantly bombarded with all the ills and evil in the world according to the those who control the airwaves.

Since I did that dirty deed – that stop listening to or constantly reading the 24/7 news/blogging or hitting the next news link, I have noticed a huge change in myself.

I am calmer, more positive, I am not seeing everything as “is the the crisis that kills the camel” to hell with breaking its back. Even when given the opportunity to lash out at others that see things differently than I do, instead I am stopping to look at what purpose or who does it serve.

Usually it serves no purpose.

So I have opted out.

The news cycles are not the reason for my life and they are simply drowning the world in the use of words that emphasize the horrible, terrible parts of the news and make the vast amount of good that is in the world seem to be the tiny part, not the major part which I still believe that it is.

That does not mean that I have  buried my head in the sand about what is going on and the problems or issues that do exist in this Country or the World, but at the same time I have taken back my sanity.

I am returning to who I am.

That is part of the process I believe, that you get to take back who you are, when you stop letting others control the stories that you hear or read.

It was time

I could tell that I was getting pieces of me back when I started to read for pleasure again and become a part of the books that I was reading – a very good thing. Over the last week, I have re-read a couple of books – something that I did not have time or focus for before.

I was always too busy following.

No, I didn’t make a mistake where I ended the sentence, it was very purposefully done.

They were classic Sword and Sorcery Fantasy books – Robert Jordans’ First Book in the Wheel of Time series and Guy Gavriel Kay’s “The Summer Tree” the first book in The Fionavar Tapestry Trilogy (one of my all-time favorites).

Over the past couple of years, I have not been able to sit down and just read for enjoyment, I was too busy paying attention, thinking that I might miss something and attempting to keep up with the latest horrible news cycle that would be forgotten, when the next crisis loomed large.

For me, it is time to stop following, take charge of the life I live and not let it be burdened or consumed by the stories others deem to be the crisis du jour.

I like this path that I am stumbling towards, it will present many challenges, but also more than a few more smiles and who knows where it will lead.

All I know is that I have opted in to something that is more me and maybe us.