I took advantage of the car, the day off (today is the Day After Christmas according to Dot Org's calendar), and the lovely weather to break in my new running clothing (pants and jacket). If it hadn't been windy the black and the thinsulate might have been too much. I drove down to Haitch's and my old walk and commenced the 5.2 link.
I ran most of the 2.6 miles out and maybe half of the way back. I can run three or four miles without too much gnashing of teeth on a treadmill, and this is the difference between a mill and the real world.
I pointed out to an elderly couple ambling along the hawk that'd been perched at the top of a tree for two miles, met a six-month-old merle collie named Skye, and even a basset hound out for a jog with its humans, one adult jogging and the other a child with training wheels on her bike. The adult said the hound was okay running short distances. Who knew?
Accompanying me were PJ Harvey, Liz Phair, and Fiona Apple. I could still hear the magpies mag, mag, magging, and it was lovely to run toward a horizon instead of a television monitor. So much of my life is spent focusing less than two feet in front of me--computer screen at work, immoveable monitor at the gym, laptop or book at home.
I cannot see how I am going to run 5K after biking 20K and swimming .5K. Why can't the running be first, to get it out of the way, and the swimming last?