The Twin Lights Half Marathon is tomorrow and I will not be running it. I am at UMass Amherst with my husband for his 40th (or thereabouts) reunion with his mates from way back. Although I am supposed to be training for a marathon in October, this weekend is out of bounds for training. That being said…
After a night of eating, drinking, and some other stuff I am not going to mention here, I managed to haul my dehydrated self out of bed by eight o’clock this morning, throw back some kombucha and about a gallon of water, and get dressed in running gear. The campus at UMass is ginormous, spring-green, and nicely paved all around. My start and end point: the UMass Campus Hotel. MH says it looks like a waffle iron. I beg to differ.
It took a mile or so to clear my head and remind my legs that I run. I started easy, then picked up the pace as I passed dorms, science buildings, some very young runners, and a lot of construction sites. I logged seven miles in a little over an hour, not bad considering last night’s behavioral slips. I circled the campus a couple of times, took a few short detours through residential areas, and worked on reconciling myself with the anxiety I feel that stems from struggling with meeting and hanging out with a lot of strangers who share a serious history and know each other well. Everyone has been nice to me, but it’s just a little weird. It makes me wonder if I have ever done this to MH. Probably. He is just way more chilled than I am about this kind of stuff. He’s a Type B. Me? Definitely a Type A. Which is why I brought running gear and got up and out this morning.
There are two more days of fun planned, including a dinner tonight. MH has built a video slide show from old slides and photographs from “back in the day” adventures from Wheeler dorm. He has spent countless hours scanning slides and pictures, adding a soundtrack of music from the early seventies, back when I was still a little girl. The music I know. The adventures depicted in the slide show? Not so much. There may be more drinking. Okay. There will be more drinking. And tomorrow, there will be more running. Wish me luck!