Wednesday, December 16, 2009

A marathoner in recovery.

Tonight, I barely ran a mile. I mean B-A-R-E-L-Y. It seems like soooooooo long ago that I crossed the finish line at Big Sur. Yeah, I didn't do that the way I ought to have, and yes, I walked a bit, but I still did it right?

Tonight I was huffing, puffing and moving slowly -- partly because I'm out of shape, partly because I've been eating a LOT of junk lately (what is it about company that encourages "vacation" eating habits?), and partly because I'm getting over a cough.

I know it's a step in the right direction, but here I am . . . taking the path out of inactivity and still feeling like I have so, so very far to go just to get back to where I fell from.

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