I went out running this morning. Let me just clarify that I don't run every day. I only run a couple of days during the week and usually Saturday mornings. During the week, I'm up and out before the chickens and typically don't see much more of humanity - other than my ex, the milkman. Such a player!
But on Saturdays, I'm out when it's a little later and a little brighter. WHO were all those people this morning?!?
It's time for the resolution runners.
It started with a guy going up the hill across the street from me, not far from my house. I heard him before I saw him. Huffing, puffing, hacking, and spitting. He didn't look (or sound) like he was having much fun, but he kept at it.
Next was another guy dressed all in black. Black wind pants, black hoodie, even black shoes I think. He was actually moving at a pretty good clip. On second thought, maybe he had just knocked off the Western Convenience store and was not a resolution runner at all.
There were various others. Some with dogs. The dogs seemed both happy and befuddled, wondering what was up. It wasn't "jam packed" by any means, but considering it was pretty chilly out and relatively early, it was noticably more crowded. Just like last year. And the year before that. And the year before that. And... well... so on.
So, good for them. But I hope they don't feel bad if they don't stick with it. I've known people who started running and eventually it just became, in their words, "drudgery". I know I've had good days and bad days, but I've never experienced "drudgery".
I think I've mentioned this before that I've run for such a long time not because I'm particularly disciplined. I just like to do it. I don't track a bunch of statistics or use a bunch of the latest gadgetry - heart monitors, pedometers, gmaps, etc. I don't even wear earbuds. As silly as it sounds, I just like to go out and put one foot in front of the other, quickly and many times. Some people knit...
I wonder how many will join me next week.