...maybe..

Maybe... it's a good thing that success in running will require me to start super slow for super short distances, because the truth of the matter is, I don't have the fitness to do anything but that. As much as I WANT to go run miles upon miles until the sun goes down, I will feel victorious if I can hit the 1 mile mark without walking. I walked (hoofed) home from the grocery store (I rode the bus THERE, but couldn't bring myself to drop a full $4 for the TRANSPORTATION to/from the venue where I'd just spend more money... along the trek back I realized I should have walked there when my bag was empty as opposed to when it was filled with heavy produce..), and the mile and a half WALK left me winded and sweaty. Humbling. Upsetting. Frustrating. Yet-- oddly comforting. If I felt I had the cardio fitness to run far and fast, I would have an extra hard time sticking to a slow and steady buildup. Somehow it is good to know that no matter how badly I want to run like I used to, I can't... so in other words, I can't screw this up with my neurotic need to go faster for longer.

That, my friends, is how I have to look at it in order to have any good feelings about anything in life.

Tuesday morning (immediately after a night shift...) I venture down to Dr. Does-Nothing-But-Ruin-Lives and pray that he says 'boot-be-gone.' Heaven knows I said it a while ago. suckaaaaaaa. Then I will start to climb Everest. All in a day.