I went running this morning. It had been a long time. It felt good. It hurt. I sure felt myself running slowly. I went to the end of my street, turned right, ran two blocks, and circled back. I was winded when I got home.
I used to run track in high school and college. I was a sprinter. A lazy sprinter. I ran the 100 and 200. Vassar didn’t have its own track, so we lazy sprinters drove to the neighboring high school to practice. We honked and waved at the distance runners. They ran there.
I have a love-hate relationship with running. And many other of my favorite things, such as skiing. I love skiing more than running. Getting to the mountain to ski is just a pain in the ass. And it’s so expensive.
At least running doesn’t cost anything.
