Running on the Battenkill: Easter Sunday

Easter Run 2 Edit

Your body is a temple.

I’m an adherent but lately have not behaved in a way to reflect this heartfelt conviction owing to circumstances and such. I started running about fifteen years ago for several reasons, chiefly to energize myself in the early morning hours ahead of a long day dealing with a difficult child. By 2011 I was running 35 miles weekly with my Clarence-the-Canine, ’til this annoying problem reached epic proportions and forced me into retirement in October of 2013. I’ve coughed and sputtered a few times in the intervening months, but with each renewed attempt to run, the foot has objected, loudly.

There is nothing in the world like running, and if you’ve never been a runner, you’ll need to take my word for it.

In recent weeks I’ve felt some changes in the injured area of my left foot that might possibly indicate healing. (Shhh. Don’t tell the universe.) I spend eight hours a day sitting on my arse in front of a computer, and it could be this was precisely the pathway to health I needed, without fully admitting so: I would not have gone down that road willingly otherwise.

Mild weather has urged me and everybody else in these parts outdoors to indulge. Two weeks ago I bought a pair of running shoes that people who share this particular foot problem I have, swear by. Something about “give” in the area of the heel that does not aggravate it—I am still unsure exactly why it’s so special, but if the price tag is any indicator it sure as heck better be. Anyway, at this point in time I would pay a king’s ransom for the privilege of running again; I am okay with short, slow runs, happy to allow others more fleet of foot pass me by like I’m standing still.

Today was the day.

The early spring Battenkill River is flowing full and beautiful right now, a far cry from about this time last year, when there was still so much ice everywhere after the winter from hell. Mud season has pretty much come and gone, and River Road—where I’ve run in the past, and also ride my bike—is just about perfect right now.

Easter Run 3 Edit

The early spring this year is simply stunning. Little streams that feed the river are flowing at full tilt; sound byte at the bottom. Today could not have been more glorious. I arrived back at the car pink-cheeked and positively giddy, and significantly, pain free. The only thing missing now is a leashed shepherd in my right hand.

Easter Run 4 Edit

Easter Run 5 Edit



7 thoughts on “Running on the Battenkill: Easter Sunday

  1. I’m happy for you. I’m hoping those running shoes will do the trick. I’ve heard about running, never really tried it. A friend of mine runs marathons all the time and runs everyday. I never had the discipline so admire those that do. Thank you for sharing the lovely photos too!

    • Thanks, Janet. The first time I stepped out in the pre-dawn darkness I could not believe I was about to try running and really questioned my own sanity. I felt so amazing an hour later when I returned home with my happy dogs, I kept going and never looked back. Thanks for stopping by and commenting!~Deb

  2. I ran for 27 years, never competitively, or even sponsored runs, just me and others (always passing me … I have short legs). 2-4 miles a day, 5-6 days a week. Once when I forgot to stop, I had a runner’s high experience, long before that chemical reaction was formally documented … scared me half to death. Finally had to stop because of arthritis, mainly in the left hip. And have never been able to find an exercise or activity adequate to replace it. There really is NOTHING like it. Now I can’t even walk fast, due to an undiagnosed foot problem. What kind of shoes did their magic for you?

    • Mizuno. This is a new brand to me. I need a wide toe box also (dang ballerina feet) and wish it were a bit more accommodating on these shoes, but I will happily sacrifice that roominess if the heel is happy.~Deb

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