Runmutting is going smashingly… Or as smashing as one can consider running to work. Honestly, I’m having a really great time doing it, even those mornings when my buddy Joe (first name, Cuppo) isn’t as motivating as I would like him to be. It only takes a jaunt down the first handful of neighborhood blocks in a brisk winter breeze (sounds lovely doesn’t it) to get the blood pumping and eyes wide awake. Then it’s a dose of miles over railroad tracks, through the parks, over more railroad tracks, under the highway and down the final stretch of street that takes me to my work where I strip down, empty my coffee thermos (into myself) and heat up some water for my pre-prepared oatmeal mixture (oats, banana slices, peanut butter, cinnamon, almonds, raisins, etc.) breakfast. Oh…and at some point I put clothes back on. It’s a decent start to these winter mornings.
There is one hurdle in this running routine however, the weight. Certainly not the weight on my body (still holding strong in the low 140’s!), but rather the weight on my back. I have this awesome Osprey Talon 22 grimace colored backpack that fits everything I need (clothes, shoes, breakfast, lunch, wallet, keys, phone, book, kittens, etc.) and with room to spare, but unfortunately, that degree of weight creates a bouncing sensation that no hip straps paired with shoulder straps is going to tame. I tighten the hip straps only to have the top of my bag swing across my neck. I tighten the shoulder straps to prevent the swinging, but then the hip straps come up to my belly and the process starts over again. At lighter weights I can minimize any movement and really kick into a more natural stride and speed, but it’s not easy. Hence the title of this post.
There is no way I can keep runmutting with this morning annoyance, especially without the tolerance lifting magic of my friend Joe, and so my brain has been schemeing. Pulling on my other commuting preference, biking, I’ve decided to fashion a run trailer, something akin to a hands-free rickshaw, a…wait for it….Rickroll if you will.
I’m serious. It’s a thought that simply won’t go away, spurned by the frustration I experience every morning on my run to work and fueled by the mental clarity I have on my run back home. The trailer will meld together the commuting accessories of cycling, rickshaws, backpacking and maybe some cross country skiing. It’s all there in my head and it looks and works beeeeautifully. I can almost feel the hip belt securely hugging my protruding pelvic bones, the trailer casually rolling behind me, snuggly cuddling all my necessities for the day and my legs and arms swinging freely as if I’m out for an easy 10’er. It’s a beautiful thing, it really is. But first I have to cobble together all the bits and pieces to start on my prototype, which will necessitate a trip to the disneyland-like hardware stores where I should be able to find everything I need, short of welding equipment. And soon enough, I’ll be cruising to work dragging the fruits of my labor and probably some real fruit too.
It’s an idea that WILL happen, if not because the motivation is there, then because the necessity certainly is. You know there will be photos as this comes together.
Mark my words. Runmutting will be the new black. I’m just ahead of the curve (or so I like to tell myself).
Keep running. Go Vegan.