So, apparently I've been a better runner than writer.  Didn't expect that.  I did get my butt up early that Friday morning.  Six AM is early for me.  I don't start work until eight o'clock so I usually don't get up until seven to seven thirty.  Lets just say I haven't watched the sun rise for a while.  

     I got up and stretched and huffed and puffed and made a sorry excuse of "running".  I basically jogged until I was too tired to jog, then walked a while until I could jog some more.  After about twenty minutes, I was hurting pretty bad and called it a day.  Or morning.  

     I accomplished what I meant to do which was, get out and run.  The hardest part of rolling a giant ball is getting it started.  I don't know where this giant ball came from but the point is, I started the process.  I ran that Friday then waited until the following Monday and ran again.  Now, you haven't seen where I live but the short road from my house to the state highway is about half a mile.  It goes downhill from my house, then sharply up and then down again to the highway.  When I run back, there's another section that goes downhill for about a quarter of a mile.  If you don't see where I'm going with this I'll spell it out; running on these hills is awful.  Like I'm not already going to have pain ridden legs from starting to run, it's even worse after going up and down those hills.  As much as it hurt, it did break my legs in pretty quickly, but after the first four runs I decided to move my regiment into town to a park with a level path.

     By then I decided to go back to the running plan I used before, the Couch to 5K plan based on running time and not distance.  Structure is good for me and this plan is structure.  Getting the free app. for my iPhone helps even more.  Instead of looking at my watch every thirty seconds I can plug my ear buds into my head and phone and listen to a ladies' voice tell me when to start running and when to walk.  I think it also helps psychologically to not be checking the time constantly.

     I'm on week four now and the difficulty is increasing, of course.  Five straight minutes of running is apparently harder than it sounds.   It rained on me a few days ago and it was unexpectedly really cool.  Double rainbow cool.

So yesterday was the Fourth of July and I staying up way later than I should have, doing nothing, so I didn’t get up this morning for the first day of my return to running.  I italicized the word “return” because I don’t know how to properly emphasis it.  It’s not as if I’m trying to return to my former glory of marathon running but rather, at one point I could run for a mile or two without collapsing, and I hope to regain that glory and exceed it.  I had planned to start running today, I also use the word running loosely because it will most likely be mixture of ragged, slow jogging, and tear filled walking while I suck wind and hold my side.  I cut myself off there; I had planned to start running today because I got my new running shoes in the mail on Tuesday.  You’d think Wednesday would be a good day to start, but as I mentioned, it was a national holiday, and I don’t think my Founding Fathers would want me to start such a painful experience when I could be sleeping in and then blowing stuff up.  I’ll again blame the holiday for keeping me up later than I should have been, since it felt like a Friday night.  Long story short, I didn’t want to start running on five hours of sleep and then feel completely awful for the rest of the day.  Of course, I’ll probably feel that way no matter how much sleep I get the night before.  

Ok Friday, here I come.  Hopefully you'll see me running.