51 times I have written to this bog. I doubt anyone reads it. How would they know? Why would they care. When I first 38 years ago no one cared. I saw no one out on the roads. I ran alone. In a way I am running alone again.
But I know. I know what I am trying to do.
I am trying to come back.
Today I ran 7 miles with the HRM strapped to my chest. My hamstrings are sore from Wednesday night's workout. I exceeded my capabilities but went and ran none-the-less. It's a matter of time now. I don't have forever. My job will end soon and I will go free again and I will train like never before.
It always about reaching.
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