I'm not a fast runner, and I'm certainly not an effortless runner. I run just because it keeps me in good working order, basically.
It's something I do because I really have to, and it often feels like just another obligation. So it's a sort of drudgery. And as I'm often more or less doing the running equivalent of trudging, I have dubbed my exercise to be trudgery.
Get it? Yeah.
But I consider myself very fortunate to be able to trudge where I do. I don't have to worry about cars or stop lights or bad air or, well, anything. It's just me and the grasshoppers.
Just after I go out our gate . . .
Around the first corner . . .
The home stretch . . .
And back to our gate.
2 comments:
Your trudgery in that beautiful wide open range (is that right?) is this suburban, cement surrounding moms dream. Sigh. I have trudgery envy lol.
tricia
Yes, we live in the middle of the range. I used to run in suburbia, too, which is why I like to remind myself how lucky I am. :-)
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