An unusual two-post day to make up for yesterday. Early to bed, I went and I slept in to 5:30 a.m. so I felt refreshed. I was looking forward to a three mile run with my husband but the rainy morning intervened and we ran side-by-side on treadmills at the Y. The main interaction was when he leaned over to point out that I was on the cartoon channel. I was immersed in starting the audio book, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running and had not noticed that Sponge Bob or similar was airing right in front of me. I switched to the Discovery Channel, as there is always the hope that one might catch sight of some green spaces.
I’ve started fine-tuning my routine at the end of the work day, when I am running home. I wear my sports bra, and shorts under my pants to make the transition to running gear smoother. Around 4:30 p.m. I change into my running top and then all I have to do is quickly remove my work pants behind a partition and slip into my running pants. Fortunately, the winds had died down and there was no rain. I started my fast sections around Sporting Life on Yonge. The tennis courts at Winston Churchill Park are no longer on, so I have to avoid the more scenic section of the path. As I ran through the park, I thought, “What a funny person I am to be here in the near dark, after work, working out with such intensity. How did I get to this place?”
Shortly after as I ran along Dupont, during a rest section, 5 women flew by me, doing the type of speedwork that I was doing. One waved, and I realized it was Nicole Stevenson, one of Canada’s top marathoners. I regretted that I was in the rest phase of my run and wished I too had been whizzing by.
Click here to see my earlier blog about running into Nicole Stevenson and her charges in Mt. Pleasant cemetery.
About half a mile later, I could feel someone on my shoulder, and to my surprise it was a young woman who must have been trying to keep up to me. She passed me when I finished the fast section and ran on. I passed her when I started to run hard again, and then she passed me when I stopped. This scenario repeated itself a couple more times until we parted ways at Ossington and Bloor. I wonder if she could tell in the dark that I was 25-30 years older than her 🙂
So by the end of the run, I did not feel so “funny”, how many other women are out there running hard in the dark on a November night? Because of the piggy back sprinting down Ossington street, I was quite tired and doing a jog-walk afterward so I popped into the grocery store and jogged home with my purchases. I felt quite happy to turned commuting time into fitness time, with an errand thrown in for good measure. Dinner was gnocchi with meat sauce (defrosted this a.m.) and as I wind down, I’m finding it hard to face the dirty dishes. There is always the morning.
Now for the hot bath . . .