Today I had a more difficult run than others I’ve had lately. (Okay, it’s really a run-walk: I run for a minute and a half, walk for the same amount of time, and repeat ten times [although today I did eleven].) Usually the first six to ten minutes are rather challenging, but today, almost the entire run felt like that. Only toward then end—perhaps in the last ten minutes—did I begin to feel okay. Even Act I of Puccini’s La fanciulla del West did little to take my mind off of how I was feeling as I ran.
Of course, everyone has bad days, and mine was probably a drop in the bucket compared to the bad days that some more experienced runners have.
It was, though, a beautiful day, and that helped make the run worth it.
These days my plan is to begin running five days a week. I’m continuing the run-walks that I described above, and I'll probably stick with that for another three or four weeks.
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