…and Ah’ll tak the low road.
Because I don’t care if you get there before me. As a matter of fact, I don’t care if our two roads ever meet. Not today anyway. I’m out for a solo run, enjoying the new growth along the single-track trail. It’s so nice to be out on this glorious day — running.
When I first started out, I felt the effects of Saturday’s rather challenging spinning class. Muscles, which I didn’t even know were sore, began letting me know that I’d worked them hard just yesterday. I literally felt as if I was moving in slow motion and, at one point, wondered if I should just stop and turn back.
I’m so glad that I didn’t give it up. After about 20 minutes, I found my happy pace. I checked in with my body and heard no complains. Even the soreness I’d felt a mile (or so) back was gone. I ran and ran.
When it was clear that the trail was not leading where I thought it would, I started to turn back. Then, I turned back around and enjoyed a little more of it. I had no idea where the trail had taken me, and I didn’t much care. I took it out 30 minutes and then turned around and headed home full of smiles and thankful to be capable of an hour run.
The wee birdies sing an’ the wild flouers spring. An’ in sunshine the waters are sleeping.
Jennifer Henson says
Awesome!! Yay, Juls! :)
Thanks, Jen. I’m taking it slow. Limited my run to an hour but am totally enjoying the progress. [knock wood, of course]