(I’ve got no idea how competitive running works. I just know that there’s no way I’d be even an A-Group, or probably even a B-Group. Truthfully? I’m probably not even close to running’s D-List, although if the Woz can get into Kathy Griffin’s knickers while relying on his Segway to scoot around, I’m guessing I’m pretty safe at sneaking into the C-Group)
So, y’know those days? I’ve been working through a couple of them at work, though it looks like I may be seeing the light at the edge of the woods (or is that a cliff).
One of the lessons that I keep re-learning is that keeping a fitness routine is even more crucial during times of stress. SO, why am I so quick to ditch fitness when I get stressed?
Anyway, I carved out time yesterday afternoon to get in the run. Just a three-miler. I parked at the Jamestown Soccer field for the first time in a long while, changed, and started running.
It happens, and it happens again, and it will happen again in the future, but somewhere in those first few steps, the world changes, the mind lets go, and there’s nothing but feet, lungs, snowflakes pinging your face, and the road ahead.
Ah, the road ahead.