There is a mountain in our neighborhood and we ran up it today. I cried about ten minutes from the top because I just needed to have a good cry at that point I think. Mitch is one million times faster than I am and I was lagging behind on the stair sprint to the lookout point of the mountain and that was enough to pitch my body forward on the rail, catch my ragged breath and have a blast cry. Out with it. I am happy to be running again, but MAN is it ever different on the body with the new addition of incline and decline to my running repertoire. Mountain rookie. I have to run off all these bagels and cafe au laits.
I felt sad today. I still do a little bit for no real reason.
I miss my mama.