Hello, occasional readers.
I went out on the old route today, in the old shoes, in an old cotton T-shirt and a baseball cap that smells funny. Not in a ha ha way.
I ran three miles. No pain. I got nailed by a wave. They’re sneaky bastards. Dodged a gull. Waved at a runner. Played chicken with a skateboarder. Said hello to The Naked Lady. Managed the last downhill without crashing. Managed the last uphill without dying. A good run. An honest run.
It was fun and effortless and everything running should be. It was a run that said stop worrying. Everything’s going to be OK. It was a run to remember being a kid on a glorious afternoon when it’s warm but not too warm and windy but you can stay upright. A day made for flying kites and having picnics and drifting along a sidewalk without a care.
It was just another run.
And that’s enough.