No, this is not a post about Flock of Seagulls. I don't know what happened to me. Maybe it was the salt air. But when I got home from the beach, I felt like...running.
Believe it or not, fond as I am of saying that I only run when chased, I played basketball for 12 years and ran 100M hurdles in high school. Yes, me. Really.
I haven't run in I don't know when, but I was feeling it, so I got dressed and laced up my running shoes. And stretched with Kudzu looking at me like I'd lost my mind. I ran from Grace down to Water Street and all the way down the riverwalk to Orange. I don't know how far that is, but pretty far to run for someone who's woefully out of shape. But it felt good. In the way that things that burn sometimes do.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
I Ran
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2 cat calls:
Yay! You are crazy for fitness! I'm telling you, we should put on our hands-frees and be CFF together... I'll even try running with you, if you think we'll be able to talk at all over my wheezing!
i felt the same way as i went to the gym after a much uh, long? absence... and now my legs are all achy. but definitely in that good way.
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