This morning I got to thinking about this blog, just languishing here. Yeah, I pay the rent for the URL, but haven’t done anything with it for so long that for a while, I seriously thought about just cancelling it. After all, who blogs anymore, it is a dead or dying form of writing that nobody reads or gives a rat’s arse about.

Oh well, I guess that means it is time again to play with the blog for a bit.

What this time?

Running of course, well at least what the body allows an old fart like me to call running at this point and time in my life.

Today, I just walked.

It wasn’t a particularly fast walk 3.3 miles in 1:04:45 down-back on the dirt road. But the important thing was nothing really hurt, after running a harder for me workout yesterday on the treadmill. It was a gorgeous morning for being outside and it gave me another opportunity to clear my head and think about things that need to be thought about.

No, I don’t listen to music or podcasts when I run or walk outside. No, that time is too sacred to have it trivialized by those distractions. It is my time to get inside my own head, think, daydream, and just enjoy the trees, frogs, and maybe even see a critter or two wandering around in the woods.

Which got me to thinking about what I really want from running going forward. I’ve never been a big racer, even though I tried for many years. I’m too much of a head case to do too much of that, so it my running isn’t about the external rewards. Though I enjoy running with others, at the same time it ain’t why I run. When I got to thinking about why I run, it comes down to running being something that I truly enjoy doing, probably even more than writing – more on that some other time. Even when it is uncomfortable or when the body has broken down yet again, and needs to be rebuilt because it is old and tired of being abused.

Yes, I’ve been running right along, at least when the body lets me. After the knee surgery in November 2022, I haven’t been at the top of my game, but I am doing more now than I did for a few years. However, I had to learn, the hard way of course, that trying to run seven days a week, doesn’t work anymore. Also, that I sure as hell can’t go anywhere near as fast as I used to.

Even so, the mind keeps saying shit, that the body can’t deliver on anymore.

It just means I have to be smarter, which I’m not known to be.

Anyway, I am going to give it go to share my progress in short form log entries on how my running is going. It might be as short as a couple of sentences or a few paragraphs, but I’m not here to write long diatribes on the running world. It’s just my little blog where I get to share with a few people that I am still alive, running and still Harold being Harold.