Getting there

I've run almost 6k twice - and if I'd realized I was a few metres short, I'd have run another block. It turns out running is a lot easier when you don't spend 10 hours a day gardening. It's amazing the things I should be able to figure out, but don't.

I want to keep up the running, and go farther, and maybe even go into the odd organized run - not for speed, just to see what it's like.

I don't want to spend foolish amounts of money on running gear. So far my shoes were the only thing I've bought new. I have shorts, shirts and tank tops from ye olde Sally Ann, aka the Thrift Store, and tights from my old cycling days, as well as a rain jacket. I'm hoping that's enough gear for winter. It's definitely enough for summer!

Not much else to say about continuing to put one leg in front of the other, in a manner far less foolish looking than the speed walkers. It still feels good. I'm really happy I got through the summer, even though I didn't run nearly as much. I stretch a lot more now, since I had to take a few days off after hurting either a tendon or a muscle - doesn't really matter, as it got better on its own. The kids have expressed no interest in following me. Hugh remains sedentary, although given his knees and hip I'm not surprised.

His hip is still acting up. Damn sheep. Note to self - don't ever sprint after suburban sheep. You know they're destined for a bad (baaaaa-d) end. And if you injure yourself, the story makes people laugh so sympathy is off the table. Poor Hugh. Sheep induced bursitis. At least it's not scabies...