It’s time again to have a cup our preferred hot (or iced) beverage and enjoy a little heart-to-heart. I am linking up with Coco from Running With Perseverance and Deborah from Confessions of a Mother Runner for their Ultimate Coffee Date. Pull up a comfortable chair, pour yourself a cup, and let’s chat about all topics – running and otherwise.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you about the only bright spot in an otherwise disastrous 15-mile training run I wrote about last week.
When we do long runs, my hubby Bill and I usually do multiple short loops from our local rec center for logistical reasons. I was having an absolutely miserable run, both mentally and physically. Bill and I were at mile 14 and running on Main Street in Lititz, heading for the rec center for the final time when a funny thing happened and no one knew it except me.
Our route on Main Street takes us past three traffic lights. For some reason, the first two traffic lights are always green when we pass them. If we are having a good run, that is fantastic. We can cross the side streets without having to break stride and wait for a red light. I was not having a good run, however, and I wanted an excuse to pause for a rest.
As we approached the first light, I could see there were no cars on the side street waiting to cross Main Street, a bad sign. This light only turns red on Main Street if a car from the cross street trips the sensor.
In my head, I started bargaining with God. “If there is a God,” I thought “that light will turn red now.” I no sooner finished the thought than the light immediately turned red. As I stood at the corner, waiting for the light to turn green so we could cross the side street, a smile played at the corners of my mouth for the first time all run.
We crossed the street and ran two blocks, then came to another traffic light. As I approached this one, I thought, “I guess it’s too much to ask for this light to turn red too.” Again, as soon as my mind formed the words, the light turned red. We had another break. I was astonished. And grateful.
The third and final traffic light, where Main Street intersects a state highway, is usually red on Main Street. As we approached, however, the light was green. “Ugh!” I thought, “I ran out of luck.” Again, as soon as I finished that thought, the light turned red. Another enforced rest. I was three for three!
“God does, indeed, have a sense of humor“, I thought. This was the only highlight in an otherwise dismal run.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I am really excited to run the Flying Fish 5K this Saturday. It sounds like it is going to be a fun race, starting from the Flying Fish Brewery in Somerdale, New Jersey. There is a lawn festival after the race with live music, lawn games (Bill is an ace at corn hole), and, of course, Flying Fish beer. What a perfect way to spend a Saturday.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I am really excited to run the D&H Half Marathon in Forest City, Pennsylvania on Sunday. The course, a mostly flat out-and-back run on a gravel rail trail, is mostly shaded and a perfect tune-up for fall marathons. It begins near the site of my very first marathon, Steamtown, near Scranton, PA.
Uh, yes…I am running two races this weekend. Both of them were appealing and I couldn’t decide which one to do, so we signed up for both.
Of course, this is not the first time I have done a 5K and a half marathon on the same weekend. The last time was at the Bird-In-Hand Half Marathon and 5K several years ago. The 5K was run on Friday night and the half marathon on Saturday morning.
I promised myself I would take it easy during the 5K, but I broke that promise. The urge to run fast in the 5K was just irresistible. I did run fast in the 5K, then suffered through the half marathon as a result.
This time, however, I have promised myself I will take it easy in the 5K.
Race reports to follow.
Thank you for sharing coffee and conversation with me. See you again, same time next month, for coffee talk.