7 jan 2012

the air is soft, cool. not weightless but, as i step onto the deck to place my garmin to catch its signal, the air touches me gently. the sun at its winter angle could be dawning. january midday transformed to april morning.

it has rained.

oh, how i do not want to do this! but unlike the featherlight air, the exercise obligation weighs heavy.

i am old. my back hurts in a way that's not about stretching. gone are the days when all the mileage required of me was willingness.

but i remember what a-1 said so i push the pace a bit and pretty soon i am turning over okay. a mile in 8:41. another in 8:18 and i'm done, spent, jogging it in.

but for 17 minutes, like january turned to april, i am a runner.