In case you were wondering, yes, those running shoes in yesterday’s post were brand-new.
And now they’re not.
Saturday evening I bought my first pair of running shoes since before the first sprightly daughter was born, more than six years ago. Sunday afternoon I considered putting off their inaugural voyage (Yes, voyage. It’s OK to admit that entire families of refugees could float to freedom’s shore in one of my shoes.) for another day,but sprightly daughters one and two started incorporating them into their games and I thought I’d better claim them as my own before I lost them forever.
So if you were driving down Glen Springs Road about eight o’clock yesterday evening, yes, that was me pounding the pavement and making a sweaty fool of myself. Mostly I walked, but I ran enough to scare the hell out of my feet, calves, right knee and left hip.
I look forward to more tonight.
My goal is to run four times a week, never more than two days in a row. I can fit that in without shirking too many responsibilities or running too late at night. Eventually (slowly) I want to build up to three three-mile runs and one five-mile run every week. After last night’s walk-three-blocks-run-one performance, it’s clearly going to take some time to get there.
My favorite thing about running continues to be having run, not actually running. Some things never change.
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