I'm not a gambling man, but today was my 21st consecutive day of running. Only May 2 and May 4 did I not run.
I went through an insane amount of work today concerning a site that uses Frontier Communications as their carrier (as AT&T no longer supports the state of CT). The site was in Rocky Hill, CT. And after nearly two days, I was finally able to get the phone company to admit to a misconfiguration that I knew took place at their central office.
I finally got home to do a nice run and finally be finished before 10pm. I decided to embark on an ‘entry-level’ long run, though it was nothing like that, as it was 87 degrees when I left my home to start my adventure.
As I was running up Birch Hill Road, I noticed that I was coming up on SoundSide Physical Therapy, the place where I had gone to twice a week for several months in Spring/Summer of 2017. A sense of gratitude came over me. I ran over to the office, stopped my watch and inside I thanked everyone for helping me with my back last year. They were happy I gave them acknowledgement, especially as there were customers sitting in the waiting area, lol. They asked me how I was feeling, and I told them, “I’ve nearly run 1,000 miles since January 1st. How’s that for feeling well?” We both laughed and smiled, and then I left, turned my watch back on and hit the asphalt hard once again.
Memorial Day weekend is like July 4th. All the nice little chichi towns in the North Shore decorate themselves with patriotic buntings, and the like. As a romanticist, and a person who appreciates detail, I kinda like all of that stuff. One reason I like antique furniture. I think that’s Carmen’s doing. Carmen, for those who don’t know was my Dad’s wife when I was growing up. She is awesome, and owns a little restaurant in Troy, NY. Matt is thinking of going to SUNY Albany, and if he does, he wants me to put in a good word to her and Jim to get a job there.
Before long, I was on the north section heading west on Lattingtown road. I had forgotten what a bear those rolling hills were, and remembered it was there in the winter where I got my bout of Morton’s Neuroma.
As I passed the Mansion in Glen Cove (nice pool table and dart boards in their bar upstairs), I decided to take a 10-minute break at the YMCA. I was precisely at the 7 mile mark, and had done it in nearly 8 flat, thanks to Mile 3. I didn’t bring any liquids with me, masochistically by design-and to toughen up, but now I was super-thirsty.
I drank and drank and drank, and stopped before approaching a bowling ball of water in my tummy.
I had 4 miles remaining. Before long I was on Crescent Beach Road, and then I saw Landing Road.
By the time I hit Landing Road, I had touched upon 6 towns, Glen Head, Old Brookville, Matinecock, Locust Valley, Lattingtown, and of course, Glen Cove.
I saw Margaret Street, which was the street where we came so close to buying a house.
I came down the hill, down Mill Hill to be exact, and found myself right in town. I passed the movie theater and started coveting the need to see the next Star Wars installment, ‘Solo’, despite the so-so lo-lo reviews (lol).
The as I turned onto Glen Street, it was apparent that they are setting up a street fair. I immediately thought of David and Kayla, as all my vacation thoughts revolve around them, for me anyway.
I finally made my way up the hill of Elm and then right turned onto Wolfle (what an effed up spelling for a word, right?). The run was supposed to have been close to 10 ½ miles, but because one always runs in anything but straight lines, and since I took that detour into the Y, I had just broken 11 when I got to my house.
11 miles on my 21st consecutive day. Not bad! I was tempted early on to do more, but I’m glad I held back for several reasons.
# 1, It was hot. Even after I finished, the temperature is still 80. Meaning I ran all 11 miles in 80+ weather..
#2, I plan to run tomorrow, Sunday and Monday and didn’t want to burn myself out, and
#3, I didn’t want to hurt myself again, like I did back in February when I ran 90+ miles (my PB, BTW). This led to a lot of little injuries, that I’ve been fighting back, and finally feel that I have overcome them.