Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Breaking down.

I am not one of those folks who is constantly lamenting growing older.  While I look back fondly on the various stages of my life thus far, I do not have a strong desire to go back in time and do it all again.  These days, I have things pretty good.  I have a great family, a good job, a fair amount of financial security, and a collection of close friends and even more congenial acquaintances.  But with increasing frequency, I find myself longing for the resilience of my younger body.  Case in point: in the past week, (1) I felt my left knee oddly tweak 2 miles into a 5 mile run, forcing me to walk 3 miles back to the house; and (2) I self-diagnosed (with some help from a PA friend) tendonitis of both of my elbows, which I had noticed for sometime but had to relent when I could not do a basic curl without shooting pain. I realize this is all part of the aging process, and I am just going to have to get used to slowing down a bit and changing my routine.  But that does not mean I have to like it.

Thursday, February 05, 2015

Almost.

Last week, I left the house before work intending to run a few miles on the Trinity Trails.  I got to my turn around spot and decided to keep going.  Three miles turned into five miles, which led to eight miles, and ultimately an impromptu ten mile run.  I stopped to watch the sun rise over the Main Street bridge leading into downtown.  It was nice having the river to myself.

Looking back on the first month of 2015, I logged a total over 71.6 miles.  It's still a bit shy of the 83 miles I need to average each month to hit 1,000, but it's not bad for two and half weeks of running.  (I didn't run at all until January 12.)  Giddy up!

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