In high school I used to be a big runner, not a fast or talented one, I just used to run a lot - anywhere from 7-10 miles a week. In college I kept up the tradition but by senior year, either from old age or tennis, or both, my knees started to hurt and it made running rather uncomfortable. Plus, the altitude in Colorado doesn't help.
These days the only running I do is for the Turkey Trot - whether I am prepared or not I run the 10k Thanksgiving Day Race every year. It is tradition.
I could say I miss running, but let's face it that would be a lie. Why run when you can walk, bike, or even drive for that matter? While I don't miss the actual act of running, I do miss that sense of accomplishment that comes after getting through a tough run, you know, that on top of the world feeling.
Today, I grabbed my iPod and walked outside with the intention to walk, but something came over me. I had that runner blood flow going, the kind where the run isn't torturous but actually enjoyable. Ok, I did walk a little bit along the way, but the last 1.5 miles I ran.
The tunes were pumping, I had a solid running rhythm going, and yeah... did I mention that I was running? Rounding third and heading home I began to raise my arms in triumph like Rocky. Alright, that part is a lie, but I sure felt like Rocky running on top of the steps of the Capitol Building in Philadelphia.
As for tomorrow - I'll probably be back to walking.
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