Assuming, that is, that running is some sort of Good Thing, which I have yet to be entirely convinced of. As I mentioned on the other blog, I ran down the drive on Friday morning, because I was late. Today, quite voluntarily and simply for the hell of it, I ran home down the drive. That is, it was a gentle canter rather than a gallop. I'm terribly out of condition. Quite shocking that I can't possibly run more than 100 yards, and even that leaves me wheezing.
I have no aim or ambition in the running stakes. Just that, having walked slower and slower over the past year or two, it's really quite exciting to move a bit faster under my own steam. And I seem to make quite a bit of it.
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For the record, I don't think I have ever been called a good influence before.
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