This morning my wife and I went for our first run since Thurday, and it was great.
The weather was near perfect, and I was feeling good.
Everything was going great until I came to the unofficial entrance of the rail trail where someone had parked their car.
And while swerving to one side to make it around, I painfully rolled my left ankle.
But I kept going, hoping my misstep didn't ruin my run, and thankfully my ankle numbed up nicely.
When I pass others going in the other direction I like to say, “good morning” and offer a friendly wave, which most people do return.
Not that I can hear them with my music cranked, but it's nice to see them smile and wave back.
One couple who we often pass are on for their morning walk with their cute little beagle.
Last year he use to always bark at us as we ran by, but now he quietly waits for a treat that his master gives him whenever we run by.
Another friendly soul is an old but fit and thin man who rides his bike going in the opposite direction.
I'm sure he's someone's favorite grandpa as he always waves and says hi with a smile on his face.
Some others go pass totally in their own world, not able or willing to smile or wave.
Maybe they moved here from the city, or just have lot on their minds.
And that was what was on my mind this morning as I tried not to think about my ankle during run number thirty three.
Monday's score: Shawn 1, Couch 0.
Run thirty three's stats: Time 41m, Dist 3.39, Cals 642, Steps 6843
Written by Shawn Tierney, a Fat Man who Runs in hopes of becoming less fat!