Training for the Race for Life has begun in earnest, and yesterday I ran a mile. Which isn't very far, really, and obviously only a third of the distance I will be running in July, but it marks a fitness milestone. Literally. A year ago, just about, I fell down the stairs and hurt myself pretty badly, and it has taken the better part of this year to get better. For a long while, even walking a reasonable distance was painful, and so was sitting still. It was very dull indeed.
But yesterday I ran round the back streets of Aldeburgh - no iPod, no posh running gear (bar the shoes), Herself's beanie hat on my head - and I ran for a mile, and it was fantastic. The sun was setting, the smartly-dressed old people were coming home from church, and the further I ran the more of Auntie's delicious rhubarb and raspberry crumble I was allowed.
I don't allow myself a small smile of pride very often, but I did yesterday, and it felt good. Now for the next mile...
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well done you and well done those knees!
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Can you write something else so Tim Curry gets pushed down the page. I find it very difficult to look at. Thanks.
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