As I type, it's nearing 50º F outside. Wonderful. I'm plotting my first outdoor run of the season this afternoon with running mate, Brent. We're training for the Garry Bjorklund's Half Marathon (run in conjunction with Grandma's Marathon, Duluth, MN). The 13.1 mile trek doesn't seem that formiddable, until you learn that I have an aversion to running.
Ok, maybe not aversion. I just don't see the point in running unless there's something to chase. For instance, I have no problem kicking up my heels to skirt in a wayward calf at the farm. Nor do I get winded rounding first base looking for second. But there's a reason and a purpose for running then ... on your own it pits YOU vs. EVERYTHING ELSE YOU WANT TO DO. It leaves me wondering which is strong, "My mind, or my will?"
Tonight I hope to continue Day 2 of training... 2 miles!
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