lest ye judge me!

Last night, my walking pace was fast—fast enough to almost feel like running. So that’s what I did.

I ran for a total of 5 minutes, which sounds pathetic. Who can’t run for 5 minutes? Well, since I injured my ankle so badly a couple years ago, I haven’t run at all. Ok, maybe a few steps to try to hit a tennis ball or to keep the kids out of the road, but nothing like last night. It was good, old-fashioned jogging. (In case you don’t know: I tore every tendon and ligament in my very swollen ankle and missed 3 months of work. Had to go to physical therapy for months to re-learn how to use my muscles.)

I’m not a runner, but I have always enjoyed sprints or trying to beat the quick arm of the first baseman. Running for the sake of running, however, has seemed a little idiotic—no offense. Why run when you can do something more interesting to exercise?

I think I’m changing my belief system a bit, opening it up for things like running and rice milk.