My morning run

It was a crisp, fall morning here in Bucks County.  The fall foliage has passed it’s peak but the color is still hanging on.  I leash up my running partner for a trek through the neighborhood.   I start off walking to warm up, pick up the pace after a quarter mile and break into a run at the half mile mark.

This guy is the single reason I don’t run fast!  There are too many things to stop and pee on, after all!

The first half mile is always the hardest.  It takes time to steady my breathing.  In through the nose, out through the mouth, deep breaths, slow it down.  My heart finally settles into a rhythm, my muscles relax, it starts to feel good.  Then I reach the hill.  At roughly one mile into my run, the road goes straight up to the ridge overlooking the valley I live in.  Half a mile of steep incline to the top.  I dig deep, take shorter steps, press on.  Concentrate on keeping my shoulders down, lower my arms, imagine the soundtrack to Chariots of Fire playing in my head.  And then… finally… it’s over.  I’m at the top!  I turn, cross the road to the other side, let Jaydog lift his leg on yet another tree and fly back down the hill.

Three miles round trip, I’ve just run a 5k.  This week, other WordPressers are doing the same thing!  Walking, jogging, cycling and swimming all count.  Join us won’t you?  Blog about your 5k and tag it wwwp5k.

16 thoughts on “My morning run

  1. I always find the first half a mile to be the worst. The devil on my shoulder is always tempting me to stop, just walk. But I don’t, and it’s good.

    I’ll be doing my 5k at a local ParkRun this Saturday, I think hoping for a clear day, at the end of October, in England will be pushing it a bit!

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