Posted by William on September 10, 2012
For those of you who have your spring break right now, you are likely wondering as I did why schools plan their “spring” breaks weeks before it is actually spring, and why one strangely finds themselves cut out of friends’ travel plans to Cancun and Cozumel when they want to take advantage of the numerous tours of Mayan ruins.
For those like me who typically find themselves stuck in town during spring break, now is a great opportunity to get in some heavy training. You can do as I did and take the absence of various deleterious influences such as non-running friends who think that the Quintana Roo province of Mexico is REALLY that fond of the “touristas” as a moment to seriously concentrate on your ever-improving athletic self. For example, you can run early in the morning, taking advantage of an abandoned campus as a backdrop for a quiet run, plus or minus a few stragglers that decided that lighter traffic is an invitation to drive NASCAR-style. You can also stretch indoors without the fear of friends calling and asking you if you could pick them up because their car has been towed and they’ve come to the startling realization that they need their (well, YOUR car) car to get to work. You can even run for a longer time as well without worrying about being late for a class. I don’t have to worry about that anymore anyway, but if I ran early in the morning, it would have to be at 5 a.m. in order for me to make work on time, and the only way I am getting up at 5 a.m. at ANY time of year is in the imminent threat of thermonuclear war or if someone is baking cookies.
“Out of my winter depression do I come ready to be the best runner I can possibly be,” or so I pledged yesterday when I was deciding what I wanted to write about on this particular occasion. I am sure I meant what I said as well, or at least I have meant it for each spring I have proclaimed it since I first began this running thing back in the “larger times,” as I call them.
There is a particular challenge to running in the winter, when I constantly fight a war with the elements so that I may have an hour of cheap thrills while running about in the cold slightly less dressed than is ideal for the conditions.
Warmer weather is still in the future though, and until it actually gets here, running will still seem slightly less attractive than it does when the grass is green and the roads are not a series of interconnected hockey rinks.