Running with John

Kisa found me MSG so I went running with BubbleGum yesterday. I call it my revenge run because it was at this time a year ago that I injured my knee. I didn’t know it yet. It was at this time that everything started to crumble, tumble down and my beliefs on running were compromised.  Last year I had been robbed of the nice weather and reduced to “running” the eliptical. Doctors orders.

This year I took John out and we made it through the streets of where I call home. Running on the road I couldn’t help but wonder how soaked my feet were going to be by the end of it all. Snow was subsiding into streams and running alongside me. I dodged as best I could, ran through when I had to. On Bridge I had companions – two very loose dogs, one gray, one brown. I don’t remember their breed but I recognized them from the calendar my sister gets every year for Christmas. I should have asked for autographs, but then again, that would have required stopping. John said something about waking up and forgetting for five seconds all the sh!t that bothers you. Nice idea. When I got to the graveyard I thought I would run by Get Head but realized I would rather run among the souls. It ended up not being as intimate as I would have liked but it made for a good shortcut in the end. Down by Kisa’s chiropractor appointment I thought about stopping in and only decided against it when I realized I didn’t know the way in. Plus, I didn’t want to stop my uphill battle. I ran on and only stopped when John did.

Bottom line: 3.8 miles