The New Two

Another beautiful, sunny day. After yesterday’s run (minus the fence-hopping dog), I was almost excited about going out today. The low 80s have arrived, and so my running tights have been retired to the bottom drawer.

I headed toward the neighborhood park, keeping to the streets, and away from the alleys and their inhabitants.

Nothing screams “Saturday in San Antonio” like a party at the park with a bouncy castle. I wondered if I could burn enough calories while jumping in the castle to just skip the rest of my run. Hey, it’s cardio, right?

I decided to avoid squashing the children and any lawsuits which would ensue. I was quite happy that the first km had passed so quickly. I was aiming for 4 km, or 2.5 miles, at least. Maybe 4.8 km, or 3 miles. I jogged across Vance Jackson, which I have never done before. I’m not sure why. I love the freedom Endomondo gives me. (Jeff’s at work, so I was running solo today.)

I was jogging up and down streets, enjoying myself. Before I knew it I had run 2.5 km. My phone only alerts me every km. Of course, I check it periodically to make sure I haven’t accidentally hit Pause or Stop.

We have had an unusual amount of rain, so the yards are verdant fields, some with more weeds than others. Irises are in bloom-something that always reminds me that Easter is quickly approaching.

The sun was beating down on me, and I was in a full sweat. I’m dreading the next few months when today’s temperatures will seem chilly in comparison. I continued to weave up and down the blocks, basing my route on the amount of shade and downhill gradient.

After I hit 3 km, the shade seemed to disappear. This is another benefit of running in alleys. There is usually more respite from the sun.

As I was creeping up on 4 km, I was thirsty, and I am pretty sure some of my brain cells were frying. I was also getting bored. I will be very happy to receive my MP3 Player in the mail this week. I need something to distract me from the heat.

When my phone said, “Four Kilometers,” I was happy with myself. Sure, I probably should have pressed on for the remaining .8km, but I really just didn’t want to. I stopped to look at the ditch which I like to call “The San Antonio River,” because it reminds me of the LA River. If you haven’t seen it in person, you’ve seen it in the movies. This just isn’t as wide. Or long.  And there may actually be more water in it right now. That will change soon, though. (There is a San Antonio River, and this isn’t it.  I don’t know where the real one is.)