Jan 25 2010
Endorphins
Saturday morning was beautiful. The sun was shining, the frost was sparkling on the ground and the birds were singing as if spring was here. We are in the midst of the January thaw, and though I want to sing of spring with the birds, two winters in Virginia have taught me that February is a disagreeable month, and rightly termed winter.
Dale has informed me that the route I have been running is actually .9 mile, not .5 mile. I can now feel just slightly less pathetic. Although I did enjoy being outside on Saturday morning, the running part of it was still not appealing.
However, I only had to stop to walk twice, instead of the four times I needed at the start of this “for the health” business. Also, an amazing thing happened as I began to trot the last section. It didn’t hurt. I concluded it must be either Karin’s illusive endorphins or I had lost all feeling in my legs.
Today, Blaze and I trotted out to enjoy the balmy 60 degree weather sent to us via California. I was determined to try to see if I could trot to the top of the sledding hill without stopping. The top of the sledding hill is the approximate half way point on the route. Here I was presented with the following question, “If the dog is walking, is my pace still considered running?”
If I humor myself and consider my pace up the sledding hill running, I did not stop to walk until I got to the end of the path. My mind wanted to push on and try to make it farther before walking, but my body was bent over like a little old lady whose arms are more determined than her legs.
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