That’s what I do.
Run every other day since 1977 – or thereabouts.
There are times
when I’m just dead tired. Or a little sick.
But I lace up the
shoes and go for a run. Without fail.
Thirty minutes,
the absolute shortest period of time. Or up to an hour and a half, given my
current fitness level.
I’ll be pushing
that in the weeks ahead, when the weather gets a little warmer, the sun
stronger.
Knees, check. Hammies,
check. Back, check. Wind strength during steep uphill, check.
Out the door in compression
socks, patella bands, orthotics. Much slower than I was in 1977.
But steady. And
ready. Every other day.
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