My intent all along was to write and post this blog Tuesday, but my drafts kept getting lost someplace in the Word Press ether.
A beautiful, mostly sunny day greeted us Tuesday, with temps in the high 30s F. That meant the snow was starting to melt. I had not planned on running Tuesday then I saw somewhere on Internet that you shouldn’t go more than 48 hours without running, and I hadn’t run since Friday. Then is saw this on Runner’s World’s Facebook link.
Then I thought, yeah, I can run at night, too. So I ran Tuesday night. Much of the snow that melted though turned to ice — black ice. I ran without my dog (the dogs got a walk earlier in the day) but I did run with a flashlight. I ran slower than usual, and I stayed upright. In all I ran about 3 miles in a little more than 33 minutes. I was happy with the effort when I got home.
Monday, was a bit more complicated. I rode my bicycle to work, but not home. When it was time to leave Monday night, I discovered a flat tire. I’ve owned this bike for 14 years, and in all that time I never had a flat tire until about three months ago and then again Monday. Ugh! I ended up walking the mile and half from work to home. Most of the sidewalks were clear of snow, but those that weren’t were icy. I held my helmet, reflective vest and reflective bands that I use on my pants to keep the cuff out of the chain in my hands along with the handlebars. My hands hurt when I got home, which was much later than normal.
The nice thing about walking home after 1 a.m. on a Monday night is that there is no traffic. I think that’s what I like about riding my bike at that time of day. I do not run red lights when I ride, but I do cross the street against the light when there is no oncoming traffic. Call me a hypocrite.
I got my exercise in Monday and Tuesday. Now I’ve got a flat to fix.