There’s something quintessentially New York City about riding the subway in my Diane von Furstenberg dress, vintage bag and fur jacket, en route to $20 cocktails with my best friend. I think it’s even more Q.N.Y.C. that I just took about 10 pictures of myself and no one even yawned. One thing I love about when I get dressed up: no matter how fancy the outfit, how high the heels, how perfect the hair and how polished the make-up, anyone who knows what to look for can tell straight off I’d rather be in technical clothes and lacing up my sneaks. Not because I can’t carry off fancy (puh-leeze, people); but rather, because Little G’s left his mark on me, a nice pale cuff on my right wrist where he blocks the sun.
So now you too have a sense of the contrast I’m feeling right now with my run through the snow-covered Pennsylvania woods this morning. I set out for my much-anticipated 10-miler at 9:30 AM. The route: Lake Naomi Loop clockwise, then counterclockwise since it’s exactly 5 miles around according to Little G. The pace: a relaxing 9:15 per mile. The goal: to be wooed back, big time, by running. (A big bouquet of peonies or lilacs would help its cause, and I don’t care if they’re out of season.)
It was 50 degrees when I set out. (Oh trust me–I scoured the Poconos house for a pair of shorts suitable for running. I rummaged through the cedar chest, through both my and Husband’s dresser drawers, I even fished through the hamper. But no dice. Tights it would have to be.) After just a few weeks of running bundled up, there was something liberating about dashing about hatless, gloveless and sleeveless. Sometimes, like when I’m commuting to work, sweating sucks, but other times, like when I’m running, I fucking love a good sweat. I was beaded by Mile 2, yeah.
Even on the drive there I should have known it was going to be a good one when I spotted a chick running along my summertime Route 940 course. Then, early in my first loop, I passed a kid (kid? He was probably in his early 20’s…) running towards me in a TNT tee-shirt. And finally, a skinny soccer mom, all tricked out in matching gear, plodded in my direction on Millers Drive during my second loop. Nothing like sharing a good idea to remind yourself you’re on the right track.
Took my engine a few miles to warm up and settle in. Mile 2: Can I really do eight more of these? Mile 10: I love long runs! This is why I know I’m a distance runner. More often than not, the longer I’m out there, the happier I get.
I ran 10 miles in 1:31:07, for an average pace of 9:06 minutes per mile, the fastest being 8:38 and my slowest 9:44. And, running is definitely back in my good graces again. In fact, I’m going to miss it on Monday, when I take my rest day.