I ran again

Just like Nader, I ran again. This time though, I was in Pennsylvania. Which someone forgot to tell me is hilly as a mutha! If you've read my "about me" (and frankly if you haven't why are you reading this entry?), then you know I am in Chicago; nicknamed the "Windy City" and not the "Hilly City" for a reason.

Chicago is flat. F. L. A. T. I never realized just how flat it is here. I used to think that running here was a challenge. It sure seemed like I was pushing myself; granted to run a hill workout your best bet it so go to the local parking garage. That was all until I ran in Pennsylvania.

Pennsylvania is hilly. Not like "the hills are alive with the sounds of music" hilly, more like the hills want to punish you hilly. I thought I'd go for a couple of nice short runs; didn't want to set a distance goal or anything, and being on vacation in a place I've never been sure helped that.

My two runs turned out pretty well, despite the hills. First run was 26 minutes with no idea how far I went. The second was 39 minutes, again with no idea what distance I covered. Both times my legs felt tired near the end of the run, but neither time did I hurt excessively the next day or two.

I think I may have finally started on the road to recovery, mental recovery. Just running for the sake of running. No goals, no times, no "must do" distances....just running pure and simple. Being a simple man, this simplicity pleases me. It's starting to go back to what it's supposed to be, and I couldn't be happier.

P.S. I think I need new shoes.