04 January 2006

And miles to go...

After trying out three different pairs of running shoes (finally have the ones just right) and much to the amazement of friends and family, today marks a month of running.

My butt feels higher, my breathing is easier and my skin has taken on an oxygenated glow. This weekend I begin training with the Pasadena Pacers to run the 2007 Los Angeles marathon (and half marathons in between).

Now, if I could just kick the cigarettes....

Thanks to all who sent emails and called and talked me through the process of the right gear, the right stretches and just basically have supported me in my new venture.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Not sure if it's the nicotine or the oral fixation that has me ... but thanks! (and thanks for being so supportive!)

The Retropolitan said...

You're not a real writer until you smoke a pipe.

Hemingway did the pipe thing, right? Am I making this up?

Anonymous said...

Gee, then I guess I became a real writer at 13 when I snuck a smoke from one of my dad's pipes (he was going through a hip intellectual phase).

And, yes, Hemingway was purported to have smoked a pipe although I think he had a real affinity for Cuban cigars.

I won't be taking up cigars anytime soon....

Politically Homeless said...

I admire your ambition. Good luck!

kris said...

Wow. I'm so in awe of anyone who can stick to this for more than a week. Good for you. You continue to inspire me!!!