This past winter was tough. I wasn't able to run a whole lot, and I'm feeling the result of that long, cold hiatus now. I'm able to run a little over a mile right now. That's pathetic. But I'm getting better. I no longer want to collapse immediately when I'm done. I can actually stumble into my house and pass out on the floor under the ceiling fan. That's progress.
There's a race I usually run the weekend after July 4. It's only two miles, and I haven't missed it for about ten years. I don't intend to walk the race this summer. Even if it kills me (which it might), I will run the entire two miles.
Tomorrow, Saint Marty will run two miles for the first time this summer. His next post may be from the local hospital.
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Saint Marty this afternoon |
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