With Heavy Legs And A Sweaty Toga

short runThe Sunday Run isn’t always the easiest one, Modern Philosophers.

It’s the Day of Rest, so to go out and work up a sweat puts me in a situation where I am defying the Nuns.  You know how much I fear the Nuns…

Aside from the religious dilemma, I was also dealing with Heavy Leg Syndrome.  Overnight, my legs somehow turned to concrete.  I’ll blame that on whatever Dark Magic was at work in the region last night, but the fact of the matter was that my legs felt like they should be holding up a building rather than striding down my usual running route.

I didn’t want to take a day off right after getting my lazy ass back on the road again, so I bravely put on my Running Toga, laced up my sneakers, and stomped out onto the front porch as lightly as my concrete legs would allow.

Not wanting to mess around, I stuck to the shady side of the street.  Perhaps it would be more accurate to call it the “shadier side” as it was still damn sunny and incredibly hot.  I trudged along at the fastest pace I could manage, and tried to fill my mind with thoughts of unicorns and rainbows to distract me from the heat.

It’s difficult to ignore the heat, however, when one’s running toga sags from all the sweat that it has absorbed.  Perhaps the Ancient Greeks were on to something when they chose to run naked.  My neighborhood doesn’t have much of a Greek population, though, so I thought it wise to keep myself covered.

I wanted to stop and walk many times, but I just kept telling myself that every step I walked would only lengthen the amount of time I had to spend away from the sanctuary of The House on the Hill.  So I kept running, and eventually allowed delirium to take over and set the pace.  When that happened, I had an out of body experience and rose up high above my sweaty, slow moving form.

It was cool to watch myself run, even if I was struggling.  At least I wasn’t quitting and I was going to tough it out to the end.  I can’t say that about every task I initiate, so I was proud of myself for not just passing out on a stranger’s lawn and waiting for the police to come and haul me home.

keep goingNot only did I make it back to The House on the Hill without stopping or dying, but I also went a little further than yesterday’s run.  Progress was slow and steady, but it was progress nonetheless.

If this post seems oddly written, it’s probably because I still haven’t quite recovered from my run.   I think I left a little more than sweat out on Eastern Avenue, and I might drive out there later to look for some of the creativity that might have accidentally left my body in all the confusion.

Even if it makes you a little batty, just run!

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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4 Responses to With Heavy Legs And A Sweaty Toga

  1. grannyK says:

    I did my arm exercises and cleaned the patio. That is the extent of my activity today because it’s suppose to be about 105. No way am I doing anything else outside! You are a brave man to face the heat!

  2. D. Parker says:

    You’re very brave to be running in this heat…I found walking difficult enough, especially once I started walking with a 10lb watermelon…but it was worth it. lol Now back to cleaning, indoors. 🙂

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