For the month of January, I’ve committed to posting every day, having accepted the 30-day challenge.
This is day 14 of 30.
The Oatmeal is one of my very favorite cartoonists and apparently lives in my head, or maybe he used to and then moved on to greener pastures (Come back, Oatmeal! Come back!), but his comic (shown below) is how I used to feel about running, wholeheartedly and without reservation.
These days, it isn’t quite like the heavens opening and angel choirs singing when I get out there, but just today on the treadmill I had this thought: I’m starting to get the old feeling back. I’m not totally there yet — not running fast, not even running continuously — but I there’s progress. That elusive spark comes around every now and again.
You know what all the really smart people say: “It’s about progress, not perfection.”
And I like feeling like I hang with smart people, so I’m all for it.
So, onward I go. This week was 3 runs for 11 miles and so far I’ve got 2 runs and just under 7 miles done. A longer run on Saturday, for sure, and maybe just an itty bitty run on Friday. I’ve got this.