I've been feeling a bit down lately.
I'm pretty swamped with my day job. In fact, I'm writing this from a hotel in Washington D.C. I've
So, you see, I'm busy.
Plus, I'm wounded. Brought low by my own hubris. I ran the Bisbee 1000 last Saturday. I was all fine after the race, but I think somewhere between the 1000 concrete stairs and the 4.5 miles, I strained my knee. As far as I can tell, I
Normally, when I want to get away from how swamped I am, I go out running. Here in Old Town Alexandria, I love running the cobblestone streets to the river and then along the river. It's so picturesque and peaceful. So imagine my frustration yesterday, when I dressed in running gear, put on my special extra thick soled Altra running shoes, turned on my wireless earplugs and synced them with my phone, then turned my running playlist on my phone and then secured it in my flipbelt around my waist, put on my running hat, donned my sunglasses, synced my GPS watch with the satellite and heart rate monitor, then went outside, took two running steps, then stopped, because I couldn't take another step without fear of something breaking... and of course there was the pain. It wasn't debilitating, but I knew if I took more steps, it would become so.
So I walked.
And I grumbled.
And I walked.
And I grumbled.
Eventually I found wine and was better for a time.
Because of yesterday's No Exercising, when I got back to the hotel after the day's meetings, I was determined to do something exercisy. I went across the street to the CVS and bought a knee brace. My knee was already starting to hurt a little from the day's walking-- strange that it isn't swelling, but it is hurting. Still, the moment I put on the knee brace, it felt good. Real good. I tried a few running steps, and they weren't as bad as yesterday, but I could feel that secret little twinge of pain.
So what's a guy to do?
Did you know that in addition to my hotel providing me a guppy to love every night that it also has a stable of bikes?
So what did this guy do?
I checked out a bike
And from the minute I got on that sweet wonderful clunky rattling blue and white contraption, I had a smile on my face that couldn't be wiped away.
The wind couldn't do it.
The gnats couldn't do it.
|This was my route.|
The grumpy old man with resting bastard face sitting on the park bench growling at me couldn't do it.
The chain coming off the bike couldn't do it, nor could the grease I got on my hands and my flipbelt.
Certainly the girl in the bikini couldn't do it.
I mean I was smiling like a complete idiot.
People might have seen me and ran the other way.
I ended up doing about 12 kilometers. I drove the the Wilson Bridge, then around the buttresses, then all the way along the Potomac through Alexandria to Dangerfield Island and then back to my hotel. There was a spot by the river where the air was so aromatic, so perfumed with honeysuckle, you wanted to hyperventilate, filling your entire system with a natural healing restorative. I wished I had a Go Pro with Smell-O-Vision just so you could feel a scintilla of the happy effervescence radiating,
Yes, it was a healing ride.
I'm still grinning.
Because I feel better.
I'd been feeling a bit down lately.
But not anymore.
This is a short video to show you how cool it was.
And I'm not really sideways at the end.