Time to switch to running....yea right

After a week of blistering heat and high humidity, the weather has finally broken, dropping back down in to the mid 80’s. Who would have thought the 85 would be considered cool? But after the 100 degrees with heat indices in around 110, it was a very welcome relief.

As the weather finally broke to a more comfortable temperature and after two months of walking pretty consistently, I decided it was now time to make the transition from just walking to running. What was I thinking!

It was my third night of attempting to run. And I do mean attempting. Five years ago when I was running, I was lean and trim and sure footed. I could run like the wind and nothing could detour me. Hills were not a problem. I ran up them like they were nothing.

The other night as I was listening to Evenessence screaming in my ear mocking me to go faster, I started up that same hill that was not a problem for me just a few years ago. About half way up I swear I heard Even screaming “BURN, BURN, BURN!,” and I’m thinking, “YES, it does!”

Holy hell…

That was the end of my running. I’ve decided that all those years of running on concrete have done my knees in. I’m going to stick to walking from now on. I’m going to leave the running to those young gazelles out there that snicker at me when they come running by. And relish in the fact that they will be where I am now in 20 years…if they‘re lucky.

And I’ve also discovered that there are some groups you just can’t listen to when trying to set a good pace. While Even wasn’t bad, that mocking has landed them on the trash heap just because.

The Moody Blues, who are so amply named, are one of those groups you just can’t get into out on the road. Every time they come on, I find myself daydreaming of a nice quiet backyard, a hammock, and a couple of wine coolers. Sort of defeats the purpose of walking.

Led Zepplin now, is real good at urging you on and for some reason my ipod really REALLY like them. I’m not complaining. Only draw back is they like to change up the beat in the middle of the song and you find yourself stumbling when they do.

I think it's time for a wine cooler...now where did I put that Moody Blues CD?