If you can? I can!!

I'm back!

number of days sick...4
amount of cold pill taken....10
number of waking hours spent in bed.....18

Finally feeling strong enough to get out and run.........PRICELESS!!

That's right, I'm feeling better. Not 100%....but better.

The sun is shining so beautifully bright.
I stepped into the one that caressed my face and gave me peace.
Thank You for the beaming waves of pure light rays.
How could I have known it would feel so good?

I ran Westville Loop. Even though I gave myself permission to stop if I need it...I ran it without stopping. I didn't know if my lungs would be able to do it, but surprisingly...breathing was not a problem. My nose got runny- but it always does. Runners are not shy about wiping their nose on their sleeve. At least this runner isn't. I know....it's gross. Hey- nobody else has to wear my clothes, and I wash them after each run...usually. Again...gross!

On my route I had just run up the crazy hill and was going up the second one when at the top I met another runner.

I love seeing other runners. We have this understanding. We understand how hard this is and how much sweat and determination it takes to do it, but also that.... we do it because we love it.

I usually smile and say "morning". Sometimes I say "Great job man! Keep goin."
Today I instantly smiled and said buoyantly "Hey!! Great Morning!!"
I'm not sure what he said because I had my earphones in, but it looked like the same thing.

The reason I reacted a little differently to him was the fact that he must have been close to 80 years old. He was, by my definition....an old man. Yet he was out here running. I could tell he had run a good distance already and uphill as I was almost to the top of the other side of this hill he was just on.

So I finished my route and did my stretching. Just before I started my mad dash back up the crazy steep hill I live on, I looked out across American River Trail and spotted the old man running. He had done the same route as me...only he went the other way. I waved and took off.

I feel good, but a little tired. O'well.
There are two voices in my head. One says..."you're crazy, go back to bed!"
The other says...
"You're fine, that run felt good, I knew you could do it...now go clean the house!"

how 'bout a shower? then I'll clean the house.