I ran a 10K two weeks ago, coming in 65th out of 115, which is 53 spots higher than I expected to finish.
I’m a runner at heart. Swimming is fine because I like the feel of water running over my skin, and I appreciate that it strengthens my knees. But most other kinds of exercise annoy the hell out of me. Spinning, yoga, pilates, lifting, machines – I’ve tried it all when weather or my joints make running impractical.
I cannot figure out the people who actually prefer to run on the treadmill. How is running in one place watching television even in the same category as being outside, with the smells and sounds and air? I’d rather run in the rain than get on a treadmill.
I don’t get running with music, either. I don’t want that kind of sensory input while I am clearing my head.
It goes without saying I don’t run with a jogging stroller.
I am a runner, despite what my knees have to say about the matter. I am a runner and a hiker and a walker. I am an inveterate pedestrian. I am not the fastest or the strongest. But I am a runner.
The 10K was partly through town and partly through the woods and around a lake. Trail running, which – let’s be honest – is the best kind there is. Especially in April, when the leaves are all coming out. This town has so many mature trees, and until this spring, I had no idea that green came in so many shades.
I run through the woods a lot. There is a huge park with a web of trails, although my favorite it around the lake at 6 in the morning, when it’s just me and a couple of geese.
All this is to say that we’ve found a house. It is old and creaky, and we had to pony up every spare cent to get it, so the crappy old windows will remain crappy old windows for at least another year. But it is a home, with beautiful wood and rambling rooms and an office space for me.
That overlooks the park.
Because the house backs onto the park.
We’re through inspections and under contract. Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, we’ll move in sometime near the end of the summer.
This fall, I’ll be running out my backdoor, into the woods.