A new beginning...
I guess I wasn't quite done with this journal yet...
I am frankly surprised that it is still here two years later... Perhaps I should sit down and read who I was in 2001... Then again maybe I shouldn't.
This is the first time I have logged back into the system since last winter. I left Amanda's journal on my toolbar as a momento of days gone by, but I never clicked on it. And the temptation to do so would have been too strong had I been browsing the site for other journals.
But a month ago she gave me permission to begin reading her journal... Actually the first time for that, since I pretty much stole it from her in the beginning. She acted like it wasn't a big deal at the time, but clearly it was... or at least it proved to be over time. Funny, but I still haven't logged in to hers, even though it's been a month now. I asked her three times if she was sure it was okay, but part of me is still reluctant...
But here I am, typing in my own journal from so very long ago... This will start as a record of my return to running... but where it goes from there it's hard to say...
Today was a short, easy run... Just under two miles... Just trying to get the legs used to it again. I set my alarm for 6:45am but I woke up at least a dozen times during the night. It's been so long since I had a real reason to get up in the morning. I actually woke at 6:40 and turned the alarm off. At the time I was convincing myself I should just go back to sleep. But three minutes later I said to hell with it and got up and got dressed. It was very quiet out this morning, and not just because I live across the street from a graveyard. The first quarter mile felt good, but it always does. The first bit of anaerobic exercise always feels good because the body doesn't know any better.
At about a half-mile my left heel started to feel a little tender, so I slowed down a bit. I had meant to run around 9:00 pace, just taking it slow, but I suspect I was pushing it a bit. At the turnaround my right calf got that little twinge that tells me it's not going to be happy the next day. That was fine. I'll deal with that tomorrow. I wound up walking the last half-mile back. My lungs were burning a bit and I really didn't want to push it. Better to make sure I get four days running in this week than to try and set any speed records on the first day.
Felt good when I got back, took around 26 minutes total including the walking. I stretched my calves for a minute or two before going inside to shower. No ill effects the rest of the day. Well, none until I got stuck in traffic coming back from American Wedding. The stop and go in the traffic jam was killing my right ankle. I didn't need the extra strain on it. Seems fine now though. I am sure I'll sleep well tonight.
Gonna take tomorrow as a rest day, and do another 2 miles on Sunday. Probably even a little slower on Sunday. Just want to make sure I work up gradually and not injure something.
Movie was good. Not enough Willow for me, but what can you do... Stifler was really well written... Was the logical extension of the guy who is popular in high school because he is well off (and has a place to hold parties), but then can't compete as the rest of his "friends" pass him by. Continues to try to seek out acceptance but knows that having a cottage on the lake just isn't as cool for grownups... Very accurate portrayal of the guy who desperately needs acceptance and plays at being an asshole so that no one can see him cry...
Kinda wonder who will read this... the dozen friends I hooked on this site have largely moved on.... guess I will see if anyone still has me stuck on their "friends" list... Pleasant dreams, all...
I am frankly surprised that it is still here two years later... Perhaps I should sit down and read who I was in 2001... Then again maybe I shouldn't.
This is the first time I have logged back into the system since last winter. I left Amanda's journal on my toolbar as a momento of days gone by, but I never clicked on it. And the temptation to do so would have been too strong had I been browsing the site for other journals.
But a month ago she gave me permission to begin reading her journal... Actually the first time for that, since I pretty much stole it from her in the beginning. She acted like it wasn't a big deal at the time, but clearly it was... or at least it proved to be over time. Funny, but I still haven't logged in to hers, even though it's been a month now. I asked her three times if she was sure it was okay, but part of me is still reluctant...
But here I am, typing in my own journal from so very long ago... This will start as a record of my return to running... but where it goes from there it's hard to say...
Today was a short, easy run... Just under two miles... Just trying to get the legs used to it again. I set my alarm for 6:45am but I woke up at least a dozen times during the night. It's been so long since I had a real reason to get up in the morning. I actually woke at 6:40 and turned the alarm off. At the time I was convincing myself I should just go back to sleep. But three minutes later I said to hell with it and got up and got dressed. It was very quiet out this morning, and not just because I live across the street from a graveyard. The first quarter mile felt good, but it always does. The first bit of anaerobic exercise always feels good because the body doesn't know any better.
At about a half-mile my left heel started to feel a little tender, so I slowed down a bit. I had meant to run around 9:00 pace, just taking it slow, but I suspect I was pushing it a bit. At the turnaround my right calf got that little twinge that tells me it's not going to be happy the next day. That was fine. I'll deal with that tomorrow. I wound up walking the last half-mile back. My lungs were burning a bit and I really didn't want to push it. Better to make sure I get four days running in this week than to try and set any speed records on the first day.
Felt good when I got back, took around 26 minutes total including the walking. I stretched my calves for a minute or two before going inside to shower. No ill effects the rest of the day. Well, none until I got stuck in traffic coming back from American Wedding. The stop and go in the traffic jam was killing my right ankle. I didn't need the extra strain on it. Seems fine now though. I am sure I'll sleep well tonight.
Gonna take tomorrow as a rest day, and do another 2 miles on Sunday. Probably even a little slower on Sunday. Just want to make sure I work up gradually and not injure something.
Movie was good. Not enough Willow for me, but what can you do... Stifler was really well written... Was the logical extension of the guy who is popular in high school because he is well off (and has a place to hold parties), but then can't compete as the rest of his "friends" pass him by. Continues to try to seek out acceptance but knows that having a cottage on the lake just isn't as cool for grownups... Very accurate portrayal of the guy who desperately needs acceptance and plays at being an asshole so that no one can see him cry...
Kinda wonder who will read this... the dozen friends I hooked on this site have largely moved on.... guess I will see if anyone still has me stuck on their "friends" list... Pleasant dreams, all...