Ha ha ha!

Did you think I meant *actual* running?? As in one foot in front of the other?? HA HA HA HOHOHO HEEE HEEE HEEE. (clutches side and wheezes)

Okay, so ten years ago, that was pretty much ALL I could do.

With sunny skies, and that final hint of what might actually become ‘Summer’ in the air, along with the distant cackle of a megaphone on the local high school sports field… I admit, I have felt the first little tug, the first slight pang.

In A DECADE.

(whispers) To run.



I don’t think that I would ever admit to jogging though.

As a former sprinter, jogging was something that we did for 10 minutes to warm up.

It was ‘that thing that middle distance runners and …(puts condescending smirk on face) road runners do.’  As sprinters we never *ever* went jogging. Even during our winter program, our 4km runs were meant to be done at PACE. You were allowed to stop and vomit on the side of the road, as long as you didn’t vomit ON one of your fellow runners, and then you carried on RUNNING.

Not jogging.

RUNNING.

running

Gosh that was a long time ago.

I miss the body that came with all the blood, sweat and tears, and muscle aches. Stress fractures. It was all worth it though, for that unmistakable sense of well-being.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe

Maybe I’ll start with not stuffing my face this Christmas season. Yeah.

Maybe I’ll put the photograph of me as Miss Ceres 1993 on the fridge, just to remind me of what once was. (Don’t bother googling it, you will find NOTHING, HAH you vultures.)

Maybe I’ll start with walking.

That would be okay.

At least it wouldn’t be jogging.

Not yet anyway.

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