Day Seventy-Six - Victory!

Last week I was so proud of myself.  I was feeling a little more sluggish than usual (translation: time of the month), but instead of using that as an excuse I pushed forward and ....

Ran 6 miles (3 times that week/2 miles each time)
Walked 3 miles (3 times that week/1 mile each time)

I'm up to 3 miles each time I go.  So, I more than slaughtered the required 7 miles in a week.  I found that my body genuinely needed the rest inbetween running days.  I would take advantage of that and do more strength training at home.  I found my energy was higher because of this and I am starting to want to eat right.  I'm craving good foods for me.  (I love it when that happens)!

I need to tell you one cute story.  I was running and on the track ahead of me, going my same pace, was a seriously older gentleman.  Every time I would pass him he would be saying encouraging things to me to keep me going.  (I couldn't hear all the words because I had my earphones in, but I got the general gist.)  I ran 1 1/2 mile, then I walked 1/2 mile and when I picked up to my running pace and there he was... the old gentleman running right next to me, chattering on.  So, I took out my earphones and tried to talk with him.  I quickly found out he was hard of hearing because he would never answer my questions.  But he did say things like, "I'm running for my life.  Six years ago I was diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis and the doctors said I wouldn't live.  Ever since then I come down here 3 days a week and run 6 miles.  My wife used to run, but she just walks now.  She's 79.  She's over there walking with Evelyn (name changed to protect the innocent).  I'm 80.  Well, I better go run and catch up to them."  Then he sped away.  I ran my required laps thinking, "I am 38 - almost 1/2 his age and I can only huff and puff my way through 3 miles.  I feel sheepish and what a cool example.  I hope that I can do that when I am 80.  I'd even be ok with walking at that point."  When I was finished running I stopped next to the ladies and said, "You have such a cute husband.  He was telling me ..." and I told them.  To which they replied, "He always picks up on the young cute ones.  When we saw you we knew he would be talking with you."  I love seeing wonderful older examples that let me know that life only gets better.

Summary:  Last week I already told you, but this week it is Thursday and I still haven't done any running.  I will today though.  Wish me luck to do 7 before Sunday.

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