The advantage of no longer having a gym membership: mud runs.
It was raining at the start of the run today. Rainy days are different here than other places. The clouds on the sea, the wind, the big wall of gray hanging on the horizon, the humidity so thick it feels like rain. Oh, wait. It IS rain. And mud. Lots and lots of mud.
But the rain stopped almost as soon as I started, so it was just me and the squishy spots. I’m running these days on a half-mile loop, and about half of that is a dirt trail. Which today was a mud trail.
The bad knee is kinda quirky. It goes from not hurting at all to a hint of pain to an ice pick and then back to not hurting at all. So the puddles were a welcome distraction. You can’t run through a puddle without being 6 years old again. You just can’t. And 6-year-olds could care less if their knee hurts.
So that was my run today. A 6-year-old with a bad knee and a big smile, splashing and sliding and slithering in 5-pound shoes, remembering that running is all about having fun. You can’t find that in a gym. Unless maybe they keep it in that VIP room I never had access to.
I just hope Mo doesn’t notice the footprints going through the living room …