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What I missed about running

Finally got my butt off the couch and out there this morning. Just my usual run down at the beach. Me and the dog. Did a little warm-up walk and then jogged (with the odd walk-break in between) for 30 minutes. 3.91km according to my little iPod nano as my Garmin wasn't charged and I now have a humongous "phablet" for a phone which is ridiculously large to run with. Not terribly accurate, but I'm not a terribly elite athlete or anything.

Anyways, I was out there and thought to myself "gee, I really miss this!". Not the huffy-puffy of it all and the tight calves and the niggly sore hip (which is sore without running, so not sure how putting it under duress will pan out), but the joy of running.

In particular I missed:

  • Being out in the fresh morning air, looking at the pretty beach scenery. How lucky am I to live next to the ocean?
  • Listening to my music! I really missed just listening to uplifting, boppy music that sadly has most of it's origins in the 80s (although I can boast the Veronicas and Pink on this morning's playlist as well).
  • Taking my dog for a walk. My slow running pace is his perfect trotting pace. But I wish he didn't feel the need to claim the park grass as his own and pee every 20 metres (note to self - I am the pack leader, he does what I tell him!).
  • The sweaty, tired feeling of a good workout. I'm hoping I'll sleep like a baby tonight. 
  • The smug, self-satisfied feeling that I went for my run this morning.
Do you run?
What do you love most about it?


  1. Oh good for you!!! I have been running after work in Warrnambool along the foreshore before heading home, it's been so great, and much better than getting all the way home then running in the dark. Although tonight the big black clouds were chasing me and caught me with a km to go and I got drenched.

    Ha! About the dog. I remember when I first got Runkeeper I tracked a walk with Lucky my dog, and when I looked at the map later I could see every time he dragged me to trees to pee!!


  2. Love it. I don't listen to music, preferring to enjoy the sounds around me. Love being outside, the cadence of running and of my breath, love the control, the solitude, sweating up a storm, the early morning element of my runs, the sense of satisfaction when I'm done


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