I’m not an expert runner. But, I will tell you the first step to running a half marathon. The undeniably, undisputed, unremarkable fact is: Lady, you gotta run. It’s January; I don’t want to. It’s cold. There’s f-ing ice on the sides of the roads. But you know what? I still loved it. It was hard, given the fact that I can’t actually remember the last time I ran. I walked a bit in the middle, stopped to take photos, and lingered to observe an older couple walking down the path smiling, hand in hand. But I did it.
I love the running path in my little city. In the summer it’s packed with kiddies learning to ride bikes and dogs who should be on leashes but aren’t. But in the winter, on a crisp morning like today, it was almost deathly still. In the most beautiful way. Every now and then I could hear the ice cracking along the shore. I’ve always said, I can handle winter if there’s sun. And blue sky. And no snow. And it doesn’t last too long. Let’s be real, winter can be over now that I enjoyed it so much today.
It’s a little sad that I ran a 5 mile race a little over a year ago in 45 minutes, and now I can run 3 miles in 37 minutes, but, I ‘m not going to dwell on that. The “speed” didn’t go anywhere. It’s there, ready to be awakened again. I’ll never be super speedy, but I do have a lot of room for improvement within my own abilities. Also, I have no desire to get injured or anything even close. If I run, I want it to run easy, focused on the world around me. I don’t want to be in pain.