Blessing in diguise?
I went to get my Garmin out tonight to go for an easy 3 miler, and it was dead. Stupid battery.
Anyway, I grabbed a watch and headed out for a SLOW 30 minute run. It felt wonderful. No calf problems, at all.
It felt so nice to get out there again. God I miss running when I am away from it.
I say this from time to time, but I really do wish I could teach people to love running as much as I do. I think about all the pleasure and health I get from it and want everyone to feel the same way.
Oh well. I am sure they love things they’d like to teach me to love. :) Like people in stuffed animal costumes or some other freaky shit.
Nice… It’s like you’re in my head. I love people in stuffed animal costumes.
If not for my surprise bad ankle, I’d probably have started at least approaching running, in large part because of reading about you running. If you remember, I started ever so slightly barely even jogging but was elated that my lungs could have handled it. Then the ankle. Just when I thought it was OK, I ran through the airport a couple weeks back, and even less than 3 minutes, I’m screwed up again. In theory, if I just get the right shoes, I “might” be able to run, but my doctor sounds doubtful. And so, I run vicariously through you, at least until I give it another go someday :)
I’m not sure a mental illness can be taught.
I’ll see if I can handle walking large distances without causing my hip and knee joints to seize up, then I’ll think about running :)