Last week, I was standing at the street corner waiting for the light to change. A woman came running up to wait next to me.
I nodded to her. "How far are you going?"
"Oh, eight miles today," she answered. She was lean and fit but her tone was friendly, so I felt bold enough to share something with her.
"I ran over two miles today. That was the first time I've ever done that."
She didn't laugh. Instead, she looked delighted. "That's great! You're going to be addicted in no time. You'll love it!" The light turned green, and she nodded to me and ran on ahead.
And I felt like one of the gang.
Exercise du jour: Two miles jogging, hopefully around the Nike trail. The tendons don't complain when I jog there.
Done! Not at Nike, alas. But even 2 miles at home... the time went by really fast. I mean, usually I'm checking my watch every 5 minutes. This time, I went about 20 minutes without looking once. Weird. Plus, 5 miles walking (morning, noon, and night).