The Joy of Running

The joy of running is the day after you ran, when you get to just relax a little because you ran the day before, right?? Sure your legs are sore, but at least you don't have to run again or feel bad for not running.

That's Mary's bad attitude speaking. I don't know how I'll ever get myself in shape for a half marathon in November. Shear embarrassment would be one way that's more likely than others; you see, my b-friend has been telling people that I'm running a half marathon in November and now people are asking me how it's going. What am I supposed to say....'Well, let me tell you about the joy of running...'

Right now I don't quite say that I'm going to run the darn thing. I just say that I'm following a spreadsheet that, if I do what each cells says over 12 weeks, is supposed to hypothetically prepare me to run a half marathon.

Having one week of my worksheet almost completely done, the thing I clearly enjoy the most so far is the day after. I basically get to either rest, swim or do yoga on my 'off' days for stretching and cross training. Thus I've finally balanced my favorite varieties of exercise with the only one that tends to bring me results...and it only took me 29 years to figure it out. :)

It's true that when I was walking ladybird the other day, on on of my 'rest' days, I was just completely elated. There was a spring in my step. Also, a warm feeling came over me when I saw all the regulars, the other morning walkers in the neighborhood. The guy who always wears a snow cap and radio headphones with the little antenna sticking out. His buddy who's always really sweaty and lost a lot of weight over the last year. Ivan the Corgi who can walk without a leash, but makes his owner stop to sniff e v e r y t h i n g. Dead pigeon on our driveway, that didn't even bring me down.

Such is the joy of running.