Run Forrest, Run!

I want to be more like Forrest Gump. That guy could run and run and run and run some more. Me, not so much. But I got my ass out there, which is more than most people can say. My goal was 8K or an hour, whichever came first. But then I saw my good buddy, 3 Post Hill and thought, hey, why don't I go say hi. So I did two hills that weren't part of my original route. The sun also came out in full force and I was overdressed. Again. Sheesh.

57:41
7.17km
8.03km/h
557 cal

I'm not fast and you know what? I don't care. I run because I feel good (usually not during, but sometimes. Always afterwards). I run because I can be outside in the sunshine. I run because I can. I run so that I can feel my body--my breath & my strong legs propelling me along paths and roadways that most people don't take advantage of.

It's a beautiful fall morning out there and I got to be a part of that. If I was going faster, I would have missed the lone leaf bouncing across the pathway. Or the baby that waved as I passed. Or the mallard duck that the group of birders pointed out along the river. I don't want to miss those things.