I finally figured it out. I’m a walker. And that’s not a bad thing.
I got out the metronome today, which sounds just enough like a cowbell that I seem to be strolling to the perpetual opening of “Mississippi Queen,” not a bad thing if you’re a fan of Leslie West.
The metronome at 143 bpm makes it fairly easy to stay a nudge under 15-minute pace. My knee is happy, my body is happy, my head is happy. Doing my Jenster math (adding them up and then dividing by three), I’m happy.
Let the daydreams begin. A 50 miler in a nudge over 12? Why not. 100 miles in under 30 hours? Do the math. A 5k in San Angelo in a couple of weeks elbowing cancer survivors out of my way? Eat pavement, Granny.
Three miles of rebirth and promise and fun and joy and excitement and connecting with the earth. Or at least the sidewalk. I love it.
It just needs more cowbell ….