The year began with a run – a simple one mile jog in the freezing night. I had made a kind of resolution to run at least one mile each week until I had run the length of a marathon. It was my way of committing to the distance without the anticipated pain. On the plus, if it was a satisfying experience, I could treat it as training for a future event. Thus was born, “The Minithon”!!
The only problem was the bitter bone chill of the winter and the dismal absence of sunlight draining my enthusiasm. I made about four runs then had to wait for a thaw. Which finally arrived this past Saturday. The morning was crisp and bright and beckoning my return. In my exuberance (or sheer stubborn idiocy), I pounded out close to four miles. Seasoned runners will tell you (as if you didn’t already know) that this was a bad idea. My legs echoed the sentiment all through Sunday as my knee and calf protested with each step.
Lesson learned. So I rest…until next week.
I will run until I’m done.