So, rather than continue to sit around and feel sorry for myself, I did, in fact, run yesterday afternoon.
And, y’know what? It felt good
Not wanting to be, y’know, too ambitious after a week off, I set the Nike+iPod for 40 minutes, decided to run down River Road instead of the base perimeter, and set off.
The day was warm, but not painfully so. The birds sang, the breeze blew, and the sun beat down on my ears. ANd suddenly all that other crap didn’t matter. I was running.
- Floyd? Floyd can take a flying leap if he can’t remember that this is what it’s all about
- Lack of races this year? That was choice, buddy, and it seems to be working out
- Anything else in the world? Hey, I’m running here. Look for someone else to bug
4.6 miles in 40 minutes. Not fast, not slow, not far, not short. Just right.
Sounds like a very satisfying run, that’s what it’s all about anyway. Don’t feel bad about your diet, I’ve been stuck on the same weight since winter also!
Running? Really? I should try that. I’ve got all these sneakers and nylon shorts and was just thinking that I could use these for running and stuff like that.
New Haven? I may make the 5K if I try right now. 20K? Uh no. I missed my chance months ago.
Nice run, jank. I almost got out there today myself. Almost.