Thursday, October 20, 2005
I've started running again, or maybe I should say jogging. I jogged six miles on Monday. It felt really good getting back into it. That first run always pulls me back into it. Although some lady commented on how slow I was running while she was on her bicycle. I just laughed. Yesterday was another beautiful day. I ran after work five miles, getting a good run in before it started getting dark. The sun sets noticeably earlier these days and dusk was settling in on my way back across the last bridge. Quite beautiful and I was wishing for a camera. I'm going to do my best to stick with it this time, I really feel good when I do this. Many of my aches have gotten noticeable smaller. The goal for now is just get out there every other day. I'd like to start swimming again also. Yesterday I ran two bridges. On the second one I felt myself slow down. I got to find my pace again. I was cramping something awful, but was fine after they ceased. The autumn air is finally arriving, lending enough chill to the air that I don't sweat as terrible as I would have a few weeks ago. This is my favorite time of year. Life is good, indeed. I felt happy and satified when I walked back in the house. Mike grilled chicken and I made some strange pasta, with tomatoes, mozzerella, rasberry vinegrette, onion, and pepper. It was ok, kind of a mederannea taste. Diffrent though. Then it was an hour of "Lost", I've been hooked on this show now from the start. Mike got a job at Bailey's Gym, so maybe I will get inspired to start working out more. Sure hope so. He seems happy with it. Worked on editing some photo's and finally made it to bed by midnight. If I can keep up the running, maybe I should start a jogging blog. You should hear all the things that go through my mind while I run. As I run uphill on the Acosta Bridge with the river on both sides, the thought "I think I can, I think I can" come to mind as I make it to the top of the bridge, down the bridge, " I know I can, I know I can". I love the me time I have while running, I talk to Father, the son, and I sing real loud on the times I wear my little ipod.