October 7th 2019
Today I started running again, and it was cold and full of puddles but it was great fun. I signed up to go with two of the faster, more frequent runners at our work running club and kept pace with them for the exact distance that I planned to.
And then I turned around and returned to the office at the exact pace that I planned to. It was 5 miles, at an 8 minute pace. Usually I’d say that the other way round as “8 kilometres at a 5 minute pace”, but this is the only example of when that switcheroo works so I’m running with it, if you’ll pardon the pun.
I knew yesterday that when I woke up today I was going to want to run. And when I woke up this morning I wanted to run. And so when lunchtime came around, that’s what I did. And I’m bloody glad I did because I enjoyed it a lot.
Until tomorrow, I might go again.