I put on my trusty Zcoils for the first time in 4 years and went for a jog this morning. I only made it about 3/4 of a mile. I certainly wasn’t breaking any land speed records, a few kids walking to school passed me along the way. But after the rust fell off, I remembered why I like it so much. The escape is incredible. It was like taking a 15 minute vacation.
Speaking of vacation. Pattie and I used to live on St Thomas in the U.S. Virgin Islands. A close friend who had moved off the island shortly after us called from her vacation bungalow on the beach this morning. She described how awesome it was to just walk out her front door onto her private beach. She seemed so happy and relaxed. Yea, I hate her too.
Anyway, my jog felt really good, I am going to see if I can’t increase my distance and speed a bit over the next few weeks. After 80 pounds or so down, I feel like adding a little exercise to the mix. I’ll let you know how it’s going as I meander down the street over the next few weeks.