For those of you who know me personally and/or have spent some time talking to me you know that I’m not mister fitness. Or for that matter, mister sports guy either. The most neglected thing in my life is my gym membership. I’ve have generally accepted that I’m in shape because, as I’ve heard quoted so many times, “Round is a shape”. (But I’m not THAT round… just a little ’round the middle.) But just this week I read an article in the NY Times that said “Pot Bellies are IN”. So I don’t know why I did what I did today… seems like wasted effort now. Everything in the Times is the gospel truth, right?
Since I’ve had some time on my hands lately I have re-embraced my love for walking. I’ve been getting up and hitting the street and pounding out five miles in about an hour and ten minutes. Today something possessed me to actually break into a brisk… jog? Where’d that come from? I used to run on and off quite a bit some time ago. The year before I got married I was turning in about fifty miles a week. Times change and so do bad habits.
After a knee surgery several years ago I swore off running, but today it didn’t feel to bad. I knocked out about 3.5 miles worth of running on my 5 mile course that I take through the neighborhoods around here. The first solid mile I thought my lungs were going to burst and that I was going to “give up” the breakfast that I had not even eaten yet. Much to my surprise after that first mile was done my breathing evened out and the cruise control kicked in. Felt like old times. I may even go for four miles tomorrow morning! That is if I can drag my carcass out of bed in the morning!
My route passes by an elementary school so there is that element of adventure of dodging stressed out Mom’s in minivans as they rush their precious cargo to the school house. It is almost like a real life version of the old video game Frogger. Only with higher stakes.
I’m lacing them up again in the morning! Please don’t run over me stressed out Mom in the Caravan…
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