I was cranky last night. I had planned on running before breakfast yesterday, but I just couldn’t wake up. So, I slept, and slept, and slept until it was time to go to work. Stressful things happened at work, of course, and then I went to my kickball game. I like playing, I like the excuse to shout and goof off, but there’s a person on the team who takes the teasing people thing too seriously, and it just shuts down any outgoingness I have. Arrgh.
So, when I got back, I hardly wanted to put in four miles, but I got out there, anyway. Running along, nearly finished with the first one (a park loop) when a woman who has been walking stops me. “How do you do that, how do you run, I really want to run,” she says.
I smile and tell her I started out walking just like her, and she says that she also walks on a tread and occasionally throws in a little running. She says that she thinks I look great, and I share the little running history I have with her, how I used to be huge, and have run a marathon, and can continue to run even though I am not a tiny girl.
She tells me that just seeing me running earlier inspired her to do another lap. I thought that that was great, and told her that talking to her really made my day. I saw her on the next lap, and we both giggled and waved.
So, I had a great run, and it was easier to sleep because of it. however, I tried to blog, and it wasn’t happening. I had trouble with the <pre> thing that I was trying, and it froze the old gateway. I’ve been trying to stick to these writing goals I’ve set for myself and I don’t have any follow thru. I’ll post it all at a later date. now, it’s coffee time.