To run or not to run, that is the question.
I used to like running.
I’m not sure where memory ends and nostalgia kicks in about running, but when I was a kid there was nothing better than a full out sprint through a field or cutting through yards to get to a friend’s house. Running so hard it felt like your chest would pop, and then to keep going knowing it wouldn’t. Playing games in your head: How fast can I get from streetlight to streetlight? How many seconds to the end of the street. The next block. The park. Back home. Can I go faster than last time? It was exhilarating. Continue reading “5k a Day… Every Day”