The past three days of 5Ks have all looked pretty much the same.
I know I haven’t posted in three days but sometimes there’s just not enough difference between days to post for a single day. That’s one reason why I’m moving toward posting once a week. The other is that I don’t want to clog your feeds with my daily posts. I think you get the idea by now that I’m walking a 5K per day. You should join in. Remember that you can start at any time; it doesn’t have to be January 1.
The past three days of 5Ks have all looked pretty much the same. The only minor exception would be the 24th. Yow, it was windy and cold. I debated going to the gym vs. walking the neighborhood but I chose the neighborhood.
Melissa, wisely, has chosen to stick to the mall with few exceptions. No cars to dodge, no dogs to be afraid of, no broken beer and whiskey bottles to wade through on the sidewalks, and no weirdos to avoid.
The 24th was so windy and so cold that my face was numb by the time I got home. I was also out of breath. There was one windy stretch when I walked to the West that almost stopped me in my tracks. I was thankful for that one to end. I guess I’m thankful when they all end. I guess 3.1 miles isn’t enough to induce those euphoric endorphins because I’m always glad to have it over with.
So, from February 26th onward, I’ll be posting once a week. Keep stretching and let us know how you’re doing.
Ken’s Twitter and Instagram: @kenhess
Melissa’s Instagram: redhatrunner
5K completed in spite of dissension in the ranks.
Today’s 5K almost didn’t happen at all I’m sorry to report. Our dear, sweet Melissa, aka RedHatRunner (Instagram) didn’t want to do the daily 5K today. Part of the problem was that it was windy and cold for most of the day, so we kept putting it off until later. Finally, at the end of the day, I made the command decision that we, as a couple, had made the commitment to the daily 5K and that we should do it. We did.
There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth all along our 3.1-mile path. You’d think that a particular person had been tortured and forced into some sort of indentured servitude rather than a simple 3.1-mile stroll around the neighborhood. Yes, it was dark. Yes, it was cold. But I won’t, under the circumstances, protest too much. We had a good dinner and were feeling a bit lazy. I held up our bargain. I was the rock. I was the torch carrier. I was the keeper of the 5K.
We walked the 5K. No records were broken. Well, no broken records except the one that kept telling me how I’d wronged all of humanity with my desire to complete the daily 5K to which we’d both committed.
5K completed in spite of dissension in the ranks. It’s no stretch (pun) to say that one of us has to stay motivated. Recall that I once walked in the near freezing cold rain to complete a multi-mile trek in our neighborhood. I feel vindicated with my dedication to the cause.
This is a good lesson that no matter how bad you feel and no matter what obstacles place themselves in your path; you must fulfill your commitment. Never say never. Give yourself a high-five to commemorate your victory over complacency.
I think Melissa posted a very special picture today on Instagram (redhatrunner) from this experience.