Flop Flop Flop

Oh the sounds of running.... Flop Flop Flop Flop flop flop flop.... Oddly enough it is an enjoyable sound when you are out there making it. It was tougher than I had anticipated to get back out there and give it a second day (I have severe commitment issues for those who do not know. It is amazing that I managed to get married, have kids, and semi keep a job.) I made it though and was happy to get out there and not only beat my time from yesterday but I also made an extra several laps to see if I could. My kids met me there about halfway through and played on the playground that was close by the track. They had a blast. I am proud to have done the 2 miles in a decent time and kept going for another lap and then did 5 minutes of stairs work before deciding that my foot had completely lost feeling in it. Not sure what happened but it felt as if my foot had fallen asleep and was nothing but tingle when it touched the ground. I decided to call it then before I lost my footing and face-planted in front of all the others there. Well now to see if I can get motivated to get my first AM run tomorrow. I hope I can wake up for it.


Times
2KM 16:10
3KM 23:49
2 Mile 27:17
Maybe after a month or two I will not be ashamed to put these on here like I am right now...

One Step at a Time

One step at a time.... That is what I told myself as I set foot on the running surface of my hometown track this evening. It has been nearly 10 years since I put forth any effort to move myself in a speedy fashion. Ten years since I last stepped foot on that very surface (well sorta, it was black when I last ran and it is now red) trying to win a race at a track meet. Now I run for a different reason. The thrill of competition is long gone and nearly forgotten. The 150 pound frame I had then is hidden deep inside this one of nearly 100 pounds more. Then I was a frail stick figure who had nothing but energy. Now a full grown(well some would say overgrown) man trying to lose some of the fluff and regain at least a semblance of his former self. The journey to the track today was several months in the making sad to say. I have not seen motivation in a long time. I almost forgot what it looked like. At least the road finally led me to get my feet going one foot in front of the other once more. It felt great (well it hurt like hell) to get out there and feel the wind in my face as I circled the track one lap after the other. It felt great to know I had finally, after 10 long years, made myself run. Now to see if tomorrow will bring me to another trip around the red circle. One step at a time is all I can do for now.

Today's run
2k
17:23.81
(I know, I know.... I was not impressed either)