some stiffness in my legs today. we'll see how i feel later. just about to take the dogs for another walk before i get to work. just half an hour or so, though, nothing too long.
next weekend i've got a lot of stuff going on: birthday bashes with friends, assembling some furniture, busy busy busy. in between all that i'll need to find time for a longer run. 10 km this time. another two runs before that. working my way up slowly.
15 km the weekend after that, and once i've got that under my belt, i'm ready. i don't think this is going to be a good year, though, not that i mean to jinx it. a lot of my runs have started off feeling downright bad, before my body realizes it's not under existential threat, it's just running, and settles into a rhythm. yesterday felt like that. for two blocks i felt like i'd make a huge mistake. shortly thereafter i found my rhythm and was good.
it's funny the habits we make. i started running 22 years ago because i'd put on a lot of weight in university. i weighed less than i do now, but not a lick of muscle. so a friend and i started running. he got into it more than i did. when he left to go to grad school, he eventually did a 1:42 half marathon, which, good for him. my best 1:55 in my late 20s on a flat and easy course, my usual half nowhere close these days (~2:15). but i've kept with it. it's a good habit. it tires the dog. i have a ridiculous collection of participant medals, and one for a top finish in my age category. that one purely by luck. my time not great, but, i showed up. and that's the thing, isn't it? you can be a slow and undistinguished runner. but i guarantee you're better than most of the friends and family milling at the start.