Seven to One

After classes were over today, I hauled my butt over to the athletics centre and tried out their indoor track. I also attempted to run seven, walk one, for the first time. I arrived full of trepidation, and loped around the track while younger, fitter folks zipped past me -- mostly men with longer legs (she says, gnashing teeth). I found it fairly easy to run there. I had no curbs or broken sidewalks to negotiate and the lack of pollen made my asthma problems non-existent. I didn't mind running in an air-conditioned environment either. Admittedly, it was a little rough running past tight-abbed teenagers and twenty-somethings doing impossibly fit things on exercise machines. I just tried to keep my focus and slogged onward. As I have said before, each time I add a minute to my run time I approach the run with the conviction that I won't manage to make it, but yet again my body proved me wrong and took up the challenge. I ran almost 2 miles (1.96), and didn't konk out afterward. I wore my sweat with pride. Remember, for me sweat is still a fabulous novelty: "Look, I'm sweating! Isn't it darling?"