Husband and Matilda were still tucked away, sleeping in their beds when I set out for my 6-miler this Christmas morning. There were no church bells ringing, and the snow was already well into a good melt-away, but I could tell it was Christmas–there were hardly any cars on the road.
I ran easily. This was a workout to experience, not to push through. There was no question where I would go: over my bridge and back. I also had an errand to run–I am all out of contact lenses, so I was going to pick up a spare pair from my opthamologist (his doorman was holding it for me). I trucked over the 59th Street Bridge, listening to some of my favorite Christmas carols. (Yes, this grinch has favorite carols.) I passed few people, but the ones I did all waved and smiled. Why, that’s what holiday cheer looks like! Just lovely!
I stopped to call my Nana, to tell her what time I’d pick her up to go to Mom’s, and when I wished her a Merry Christmas and told her I loved her, I unexpectedly became all choked up. She is better now, after her rough year of recovering from multiple fractures in her pelvis, and after undergoing a course of radiation to knock out a return of her lung cancer. I am so grateful she is still here, 93 years old and still sharp as a tack, to visit any old day and to hug and kiss on Christmas day.
The doorman at 150 East 56th Street was amused to see me run up with my red gloves and pigtails and ask if he was holding a package. His partner at the door was wearing a red and green plain vest beneath his uniform! I remembered my manners and wished them both a Merry one. Then I was off, back to my bridge, scoot scoot. I felt lighthearted; I would see my family today, the holidays and their accompanying melancholy are nearly over. Just one more week and it will be January 2nd. I think I can hold out until then.
5.95 miles in 54:34; pace 9:10; fastest mile 8:36; slowest mile 9:44.