Monday, June 15, 2009


After eight days, my first run. I concentrated on distance not speed, measuring physical condition against the familiar route to the fire station and back. The pace was slow, by halfway I'd managed to get a stitch in my right shoulder, turning for home I cursed myself for not staying in shape, having to do the hardest part all over again.

Things got easier on the way back but my legs hit a wall on the hill before the crematorium. I pushed through, out of breath, inhaling bus fumes and traffic noise. The first time back is always the hardest, I thought, flopping on to a chair in the middle of the garden.


TeeTotallyNot said...

your legs subconsciously refusing to get near the crematorium? Like that :)

Bryan said...

Snap! I went on my first run for a while yesterday and it hurt. Just to add insult to injury I was dive bombed by a seagull with an attitude problem.