Running starts with eating. Eating light. Not overeating. It's uncomfortable, often cold or too hot. Something usually hurts.
Today I have my running clothes on, day 2.
Yesterday I watched a youtube video about a dad and a daughter who ran a 100 miler together for the first time. He was 59. I didn't run. I worked late.
Today I got up late. I went to a Christmas fair where I had part of a pretzel. On return, I ate a box of candy, and ate breakfast and lunch at the same time, instead of running.
But today I ran for Holly. She called when I was debating about an early supper or a nap. Running was vaguely a choice but I was warm under a blanket, and if she hadn't called from the parking lot of the Salvation Army before she dropped off donations this afternoon, I might not have gone for a run.
Because she gave me 15 minutes to text her that I was going for a run. And texted again when the 15 minutes passed.
But I was getting ready. I listened to the end of Zahn and Sia's Dust to Dawn while my phone charged. I drank water to rehydrate after my glass of wine earlier. One trip to the bathroom, put my hair in a ponytail, threw off the lap blanket, zipped off my warm Lululemon scuba hoodie, laced up my runners, put on my gloves and quilted jacket and junky toque. It was dark, so I found my head lamp and finally, I was off.
I ran through the forest on a crunchy trail, up a hill perfect for tobogganing once it snows, by my daughter's school, through the train tunnel where a bearded millenial was lighting up a joint, along the water past dog walkers who often gave me berth, through the village lit up for Christmas where a gaggle of girls made way for the "runner" and a toddler cheered me on, and finally back up the hill through the golf course and home.
I was happy and tired and chilled when I got home, but a change into pjs and a check-in with my inspiring friend, and a hot soup, and here I sit, warmed up, and grateful for the run, and my friend.
Thanks! Today I ran for you!
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