Holy 10k a.m. Thursday run

COVID-19 The RONA Era

Since I didn’t run on Wednesday, I had to run on Thursday. Yesterday I was tired. My period started, it was raining, and my left knee was a sore from Tuesdays run. I needed to rest and that was good. Today is a new day. There was not a 10k a.m. humpday run. Today become the 10k a.m. Holy run Thursday. I’m just so witty. Honestly the struggle was real to get up. Missing a day of running my body wanted another day. I wasn’t sure if my body wanted it or if it was from the 5:30pm cocktail Wednesday zoom that my body wanted to stay under the covers. Needless to say, I was going to get up and run before the rain.

My plan was to run earlier before 6 a.m. I didn’t want to be around people and wear a mask while running. I really don’t think I’m doing it right because it falls down. Maybe it needs to be tighten, not sure. I brought it out anywhere. 5:45 a.m. I was out the door. There was just enough light that I didn’t need to wear a headlight.

Fuel for thought: Black woman running, headlight, runner’s hat, mask, early in the a.m……….yeah not a good safe look.

It was a good 46 degrees out. I stretched in the streets and off I went. People in their cars, bus drivers, van drivers that I saw all had mask on. My ass didn’t but the mask was in my pocket. I saw a couple of people going into their cars and they had left their houses with their mask already on.

I didn’t put on my mask and I kept on running. Keeping with the Holy Week theme of Churches, today’s goal was to run up the hill to the Madonna Shrine in Orient Heights. I haven’t done hill work since the quarantine  lock down and I felt it and it showed. I had to stop and walk. I could not run up the hill without stopping. I wasn’t in pain or out of breathe. My assets got tired. Perhaps more mental, who knows.

Once I reached the top, I knew the gates would be locked because it is always locked early in the morning. That would be one of my holy week pictures. For that I did put on my mask. It was like telling Jesus to stick up his hands and I was going to rob him on something. It’s not as if the man is being persecuted all this week.

After that, it was all down hill. I forgot that downhill hurts my knees more than uphill. This is when I started to see more people out going to work around 6:45 a.m. I kept on running. On my route I passed two more churches.

I passed four white runners on my route back home and they were not wearing mask. I passed by a male and female runner, running together, not six feet apart. I looked at them to smile to say hi. I’ll admit I didn’t have my mask on. They ignored me. I saw a white woman running solo and she was six feet ahead of me.  I felt a little extra spicy competitive and I wanted to kick it in gear and run pass her. Yup, that is what I did. The final person I ran into, while running was a man running with his dog, he smiled and I smiled. I turned the corner and I was home 6.35 miles later. I made it before the rain and I had to get my wallet and car keys to head to the store.