Sunday 17 June 2012

Hello Garmin my old friend


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. 


5 comments:

  1. Härligt. Se det långa perspektivet, träna kort sträcka nu så kan det bli långt sedan.

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  2. Absolut! Det vore klokast. Sen om jag är klok, det är en annan fråga...

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  3. Nej men vad härligt!!!:) Grattis! Hehe. Ser superfint ut, jag förstår att du var den gladaste tjejen på jorden. 2.3km är låååångt med mina mått mätt;)

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  4. Tack tjejer! Och idag blev det lite mer än 3km...

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