I've started running, well that's a bit of a misnomer really, it's more like a jog than a run, but anyway, I'm started. I last ran 3.5 months ago and had a fall and skinned more than my pride. My right elbow took the full force as a I landed on it and skidded along the concrete path. It was rather painful, but healed well, although I am now growing 'hypertrophic' scaring on one spot. My right big toe also got very bruised - I'm not sure what I kicked, I thought it was where the edge where the concrete had lifted, however when I jogged over that spot again today, watching the pathway very carefully and lifting my feet properly, I did notice a "man hole" that was built up with concrete - very obvious really, so I have no-one to blame but myself. The incentive to start jogging again is the Gold Coast Kokoda Challenge, 2018, which I am going to do, along with three other team members. The others are all a number of years younger than me, in fact one is my daughter, another is only just 20 and the third is only 6 years older than my eldest. I don't want to be the "weak link" of the team, so feel the need to get in early with my training and build my cardio fitness and endurance levels up.
I've never been a runner, even as a teenager. However, I have found a sort of "peace" within the running space. I think it is to do with the rhythm and cadence of my stride and I get into a "zone" which allows my mind to quieten, a part from saying "what are you doing to me, I'm shattered, stop I say, stop", all of which I manage to ignore, knowing that my body is able to go far further than my mind thinks it should be able to. Mind you, at present I'm only jogging 2.5 km's at a time.
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| Panaroma View from the top of the hill looking down on Moffat Beach |
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| Moon rising. |
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| Moon setting |
Then Tuesday morning, after 50 mins of training with my Personal Trainer, I had a 1.7 km jog and watched the moon set on the opposite horizon.
