Okay old folks... what hit song sung by who from the 60s is that a first line from? What album? (Google cheaters need not answer)
I got up at 530 to run this morning. It was about time. It was not an easy run. I just knew I had to go out and run somewhere. While running, I realized I was going to have to pace myself back to my pre-ill form so that distracted me for awhile. I figured I would go 3 today, 4 on Wednesday, 5 on Friday and anything between 6-10 that feels good on Saturday/Sunday. In fact I just got off the phone with one of my prinicipal pals - Dave - and made a date to run with him and Justin on Saturday morning at 600. I'll see if I can finagle my other two principal pals - the girls - to join us. Gosh, I think I'm forming a running club here.
So all that's going through my head while I ran this morning; at the same time that molasses was running through my legs and my lungs too, it seemed. The first two miles were slow and I felt better in the third mile but was still weak. It'll get better all the time now. By noon, my legs have that fresh feeling that you get after a hard run. It was a hard easy run. Progress.