And this is novel enough to deserve its own blog entry apparently.
-That I'm in shape enough to go off and run a 5K, just because I want to.
-If by "run" you mean "run most of the time, but stop and walk every five or ten minutes."
-Nonetheless, it was a run and not a walk.
-That it only takes half an hour to give myself blisters.
-That my town is full of lots of friendly people.
-That most of them are not stupid enough to go running when the sun's blazing.
-That, instead, these hours are properly to be spent sitting in the shade and eating something.
-Or, at the most, slowly walking one's dog.
-That, nonetheless, they will smile and wave at the crazy, sweaty running person.
-That I am no spring chicken.
-That my legs especially want me to know that I am No Spring Chicken.
-"You are No Spring Chicken" my legs say to me.
-That I still have a knee that complains when I run.
-That when my knee complains, it makes my hip complain.
-That running gives me just as much of an endorphin high as weight-lifting does.
-That it might be better than weight-lifting because I can stare at the trees and sky and birds while I run. No trees and birds and sky when I weight-lift.
-That I still want to weight-lift because I don't want to turn into a puny runner person with bad joints.
-That running is a great way to get alone time.
-That I have an awesome husband, who's okay with me going off for a 5k run, even though it's Father's Day.
Peace of Christ to you,
(and happy Trinity Sunday!)