Suddenly, a new burst of energy has occurred.

On February 9, 2006, I wrote about "the route." This was the route I regularly ran, ever since I moved to Potter Village. I would weave up and down the streets in the my neighborhood, and then perhaps do one large loop that, again, did not take me very far from home.

I had not realized this yet, the first side street I would take had (it still has) a significant incline, which was taxing on this inexperienced runner who wore nine year old sneakers and had only stopped smoking less than five years earlier.

Distance: 3 miles

Duration: 24:31

BTW the halftime show was fucking epic.

Route: rec center
Temperature: 2°
Climate: just cold
Mood: all right 

It's a winter, you know? Like we've forgotten what that is. It's cold for a while, and there's snow and ice. Then it gets warmer and we have spring. It's good for the planet to have a winter. And the forecast is, it's over.

2002 Playlist

This Love - Maroon Five

Fuck the Pain Away - Peaches

Do You Realize?? - Flaming Lips

Breathe In - Frou Frou

Music Plus 1 - Cornershop

8 Mile - Eminem

Stretches: yes
Water: yes
Weight: 160 lbs. (-0-)

One things I have learned reading over the first few posts from this blog, is that pain a temporary. It comes, it goes, I feel it in different places. But it's not permanent. Eventually, perhaps but not yet. But shit, my back hurts.

Planks: TBA
Push-ups: TBA

Sit-Ups: TBA

See you Wednesday.