Tuesday, September 20, 2005

On the road again...

In the end, it was guilt that got me back onto the pavement. There was a commenter named Barb, and she had a simple post: The weather's nice, Jon. Come out and play.

The night I read that, it planted a seed. A seed of guilt. Overnight, the seed flowered. Toss, "Come out and play." Turn. "Come out and play."

In the near silence (believe it or not) of my Santa Monica apartment, I could hear my brand new shoes, three months old and never used, talking to me.

Morning:

7:30. 90 minutes before school. Woke up early. No excuses. Shoes on. Laces up. Hit the road.

In the last week, I've run twice:

One run of 19 minutes, and one of 26.

It's not a marathon. It's probably not a 5k.

And LA's certainly not the Monterey Peninsula.
But it's a good start.

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