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In the past few weeks I have decided to resume running.  
An activity I haven't taken part in for at least ten years. 

Picture a gazelle gracefully bounding down the street.  Ok, that's not me.  My pace is ever improving & my form is a mixture of Phoebe from Friends & that of a little girl fighting off a kamikaze bee who has his sites aimed at landing on her nose. 

Everything said about the health benefits of running are true.  From improving cardiovascular health, increased levels of HGH to enjoying a more restful sleep each night.  I'm learning the main key factor to obtaining this holy grail of running servitude is mastering your pace. 

The measurement of mi/min has never crossed my path before.  Now I won't divulge what my current pace is, but I can confirm it's better than that of a Robin hopping along the street.  Without hyperventilating I can outrun the neighbourhood squirrel who shows up daily for our sprinting match.  An energetic rabbit has appeared in the last few days.  He leads the way down the concrete forest as though I were Snow White. 

One word of caution I have is mind the pesky little pot holes & dips in the street.  I imagine the people in the houses along my route have deemed me, "that drunk female runner" due to my weaving around the mini craters or my perception being off causing my next step to strike the pavement at a higher elevation.  Another set back I've encountered is chaffing from the friction caused by swaying my arms.  I read about using Bag Balm to remedy this malady.  I'll report back soon how this pans out for me. 

All in all I'm happy to say I'm enjoying my rediscovery of running.  I'm on my way to achieving that finely tuned, lean, energetic running machine. Running frees ones mind & cleans out the garbage daily bombarding the borders of your psyche. 

And hey, if nothing else it allows me to imagine for the next 4 miles or so that I am Lindsay Wagner, the original Bionic Woman.  Able to run at exceeding speeds of 60mph.  A marathon rival to any squirrel. 


and it was...

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