It's so long since I've run, it's like I've forgotten how. I couldn't find my running shoes. I put my socks on upside down.
I wore the dusty-rose long-sleeved running top my Calgarian friends, Dianne and Dawn, gave me as an IMFL present when they sprung their surprise visit to Nancy and me, as if their visit wasn't gift enough.
I ran a little over a mile, measured afterwards with my bike at 1.1. Whoopee. Time was 11:14.
Then I went on the bike and measured a real-mile course out to the road and back through the campground, in case I don't want to get out on the trafficked roadways during the winter. I can do laps. And I can also measure my mile-pace progress, although it's not flat. I might go to a track for that.
It feels good to have gone running again.