Tonight my son Perry wanted to come with me; we left at 1am.
He said we were a club called The Philosophers. I'm down with that. We put our hoods up and said we were the nightstalkers; seekers of truth; druids; one with the winds; warriors; travellers.
It was very cold and windy, unseasonably so. Yet onward we marched, into the biting gusts.
It's funny, I JUST start doing the first physical activity I've done in years, and already the peanut gallery (*looks at Komete
) says that "a midnight stroll" isn't going to do anything for me.
Bah, whatever; I'm not doing this for you. I've got my own reasons, and I know this: Walking a mile, jogging 1/8th of a mile right now, at the shape I'm in, is far far better than doing what I would normally do: Sit at this computer.
At any rate, we stalked the night, we talked philosophy and nature, and before I knew it, I was ready to run. I ran half a block again, and it hurt slightly less and I was slightly less burning-in-the-legs when I stopped. I think a week or two of this, and I'll be ready to increase the distance up to maybe a 1/4 mile. We'll see.
And yes, fatcat, I drank a shit ton of water today. **** you