The Running…

I’ve been very busy over the last few days.  Time off between work details has been full of all kinds of chores, errands and visits from friends.  All of these things have been wonderful.  One thing I have had time to do is run, oddly enough.  I was commenting to my Missus last night that it seems to have become a habit…formed over the last five months…and I just do it without a whole lot of thought now.  That’s not to say that it’s easy, but it is good.  Last week I ended up doing four days in a row, which was a little rough on my calves.  Extended stretching helps a lot.  Yesterday I played a game of footy.  It was just a friendly, not for league play…I was in between the pipes and I AM RUSTY.  The lads on the team were more than understanding and even though my performance was rough at best I was still thanked and even given a player of the match certificate at the pub afterwards.  Silly?  Yes.  Will I frame it and hang it up in my home?  YES.  At any rate, after all that I even took a short run after the match yesterday.  Crazy.

Why so much?  This coming Saturday morning, I will be running my first 5K.  This is really what I’ve been in training for since April.  Most folks could take 5 months to train for a marathon, but for me…well, my sights are considerably lower than that.  I have no delusions here.  This is to stave off the sugar-beetus.  Likewise, it gets me marginally more fit for footy.  That’s it. 

So, I have a crazy week of new work, social obligations and training for Saturday.  Now, it’s nose to grindstone time if you don’t mind…