I laced up my joggers again. It's been so long since I put them on and attempted anything other than a walk.
My body is feeling it, I forget what it was like to run and now I have a stitch in my side, the burning at the back of my throat. In my mind I can run for hours, why doesn't my body agree?
Turn down the street. I forgot there were birds that swoop here. Opps.
There's more walking than jogging, and I know I don't look pretty. My face is bright red and blotchy.
But my body feels alive. The endorphins are kicking in and the delightful ache in my muscles mean I actually did something. I'll do it again tomorrow. Promise.