I went for my first run today since I hurt my knee at Oktoberfest - nearly six months ago. I had to pick up a rental car for the weekend and Fiona suggested I run instead of taking the bus. Then Ailbhe chimed in, "Yeah, Dad. You should run. It will be good for you." It felt like an intervention.
I had thought about making a New Year's resolution to run 100 times this year. Luckily, I didn't say it out loud. Nobody knows.
So, I ran 3.5 km. It started with a hill. An uphill.
At first I felt strong. Then I felt fast. Then I felt slow and weak. Once when I stopped for traffic, the driver let me go ahead. Jerk! I ran by a lovely church with a double steeple. I stopped to enjoy the view - and breathe.
99 more runs - 274 more days. Don't tell anyone.
Your secret is safe with me (and the other people who read this blog).
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean about the jerks who let you go ahead. It always seems to happen when you want a break (who me, never?). Then there are the times when you are just flying and it is actually your turn to go, but then a car cuts you off. That ticks me off!
Good for you on the run.