Who am I?

I’m Jean Valjean (if you get that then you get me). I’m an introvert who has been trying to journal for years so this is my attempt. Will anyone read this? Who knows? It is my attempt to get stuff out. I have tried in the past but found that my journal entries were more about my memory (It was raining and I had oatmeal for breakfast) and less feelings. I will try to add my feelings into this.

I have a dry sense of humor, quick witted and that doesn’t always come across in print but we will see. I want to get across all that is in my mind. I have heard that if something can’t be resolved in a 2 hour run then it can’t be resolved. I feel that way and I want to express what goes on in my brain when I run. If no one reads it that is okay, I did it for myself. If someone reads it and relates then woohoo, if someone reads it and hates it then f&$k you.

First run

Today was my first run after running the Boston marathon. I was itching to go out as the sun was out and I was up early. Probably too soon but I decided to go out anyway. I put my Brooks back, cut the tags off of my marathon shirt and headed out the door. About 1/4 mile in I felt it, oh my hips. I walked for a bit then started up again. It felt good to run again yet hurt. I didn’t have to worry about pace or mileage, just run for fun. I didn’t look like someone who had just run a marathon. Okay, I don’t look like someone who has run marathons but today I really didn’t.

I get almost a mile out and smell skunk. That was my cue to turn around. I really wanted to complete the mile and thought about going another way but today’s run was about running for the sake of running. I headed back, waddling through as I could feel how tight I was. Less than a tenth of what I had done 8 days prior. Discouraging as I was so slow and sore yet freeing because there was no agenda. I let my body decide

This is the first run of the rest of my life