This morning, I had trouble getting up and walking. I was looking forward to it. I bought new shoes yesterday, and, while I tried them out yesterday evening, I was really looking forward to doing the just-woke-up walk and see how they feel.
But I couldn’t get moving. With any sort of expediency, anyway.
I drank more coffee than I should have. I piddled around here and there on the ‘net, and I took a long time to get dressed.
When I finally made it to the park, I could barely put one foot in front of the other. I wasn’t walking; I was trudging. After having trudged about 20 minutes, though, I noticed my pace increasing. By the time I hit 30 I felt okay, and by the time I hit 40, I felt pretty damned good. ‘
I think that’s exactly how things are right now. Post-graduation, I’m at about the 25 minute mark right now.
Okay, so I’m not officially here quite yet,
But I’m not falling all over myself avoiding things, either.
Lyrical Fool 