I want to shout it from the rooftops. I came, I ran, I conquered.
After a lovely evening in town with some girl friends last night, sipping rosé (and even a margarita), nibbling on delicacies and catching up, my weekend was already going well. Then I started chatting with a running buddy on facebook, and I felt inspired. Today was going to be the day. No big ceremony, no stress, nothing. Just on with my running clothes and VFF, and out for a run/walk.
I warmed up by walking up to the lake, then started running. 2 minutes jogging, 1 minute walking. Light feet, light body (except for, well, you know. The Arse.) I left the path and followed a muddy trail. My VFF sank into the ground. Jumping over fallen branches, swerving around trees, even bushwhacking when I missed a turn and found myself trailblazing through a thick patch of blueberry plants.
I stopped pushing my luck after 2,3 km's worth of running. My knee hadn't complained at all. And I was the happiest girl on the planet.