but it's a good sore.
Mar. 7th, 2008 10:17 amWoke up this morning and said, "You know, they can do without me at work for an hour this morning...I need to get outside." So I pottied the dogs, put on my running clothes and shoes, and grabbed my iPod, and away I went to the trail.
Fortunately, I don't seem to have lost much condition after slacking all winter (I love you, cardiovascular system...keep up the good work!) and it was really good to be out there, legs burning, toes going numb, cold stinging my arms...and my body doing what it's supposed to, what it needs to. Listened to my music, thought about things, trying to sort the big overwhelming pile of things to do into something manageable. I've let the administrivia pile up a bit, it seems, and I need to spend a few solid days sorting that out.
Everything does fall into place when I can run. Spring is here, or at least a facsimile thereof, and that means I can get out into the sunshine and the rain again. I feel sore, and happy.
Fortunately, I don't seem to have lost much condition after slacking all winter (I love you, cardiovascular system...keep up the good work!) and it was really good to be out there, legs burning, toes going numb, cold stinging my arms...and my body doing what it's supposed to, what it needs to. Listened to my music, thought about things, trying to sort the big overwhelming pile of things to do into something manageable. I've let the administrivia pile up a bit, it seems, and I need to spend a few solid days sorting that out.
Everything does fall into place when I can run. Spring is here, or at least a facsimile thereof, and that means I can get out into the sunshine and the rain again. I feel sore, and happy.