First attempt to run in the new year. Ok. First attempt to run since mid-November.
<putting on running shoes, sport watch…> Don’t wanna. Don’t wanna….
<walking down driveway> Shit. I really don’t want to do this, but it’s 40 degrees out. Won’t get much nicer this time of year…
<sees single neighbor drive by> No turning back now. He’s seen me. Can’t pretend to be getting the newspaper.
<thud> fuck <thud> shit <thud> what <thud> was <thud> i <thud> thinking? <thud>
<thuds along in mental silence briefly>
<thud> how can it take so long to gain endurance, yet only a couple months to lose it all? yeah. ok. a couple months is a long time….
<thud> wonder if there’s any way inhabitants of The Park will find the blog. they’d be pretty upset. hey, it would be drama, though. i don’t really want to cause them pain…
<thud> speaking of pain, SHIT! this hurts… i need to get back with the koach. she beat my ass into shape…
<thud> <thud> <thud> hmmm… wonder if she owns any leather? she’d be kinda hot…
<thuds along for several minutes> snow’s all melted. all the snow has turned to water. christmas days have come and gone. i really need to see John Prine before he dies…
<thud> speaking of dying…. DAMN! the achilles tendon again?
<thuds along for several more minutes, mind wandering aimlessly through the week ahead and the piles of mindless goo awaiting her on the desk tomorrow morning>
<thud> <thud> <thud> well… home already? slower than shit, but i did it. it wasn’t horrible. ok. it hurt like a mother. speaking of which… need to call momma down in The Park today…