I’m running again, albeit slowly. Today’s route of 3.16 miles took me longer than I’ve done it previously, in my ‘better shape’ days. That’s to be expected. When you slack off for two years and find your way back to the pavement, it doesn’t matter how long it takes.
Honestly I didn’t really even take note of the time exactly. It had to be about 5:15 – 5:20 when I started. Thoughts I notice are typical: how exposed am I to a loose dog? I had just started to run when I hear a pooch crying. I turned around and saw a lab, sitting outside calling to its owner. I’m always just a bit wary that the animal will stir by the sight of a human, compared to the steady flow of traffic.
Doing intervals is good. There’s no guilt if I stop running to regulate breathing. There’s always the next mailbox post to run towards after pacing with long, walking strides. I noticed one homeowner took to the afternoon to remove their Christmas decorations in March, just in time for St. Patty’s Day.
Garbage seems to be all over the road. Not just discarded soda bottles, but floss sticks and flattened metal pieces of indistinguishable objects gone rusty. Cigarette butts make me want to run faster, but my legs feel heavy. To my surprise the end of the loop was in sight. It’ll be nice when the grass turns green and the weather gets warmer. In the meantime, one day of exercise is one step closer to health.