Getting back into the groove after my NOLA trip and subsequent 1.5 week laryngitis/lung coughing fest was not as hard as I thought it would be. I went out three times last week, including twice on beautiful trails in town. This past weekend B and I drove up to Cincinnati for a whirlwind birthday party for B’s 4 year old nephew, so Fri-Sun were a wash. But Monday I hit the pavement and hit my first benchmark — 3.1 miles, a true 5k — without stopping.
And I did it again today. 3.35 miles. Now, my time is so slow that I’m not even going to post. I know I could do better, because unlike in the past, my lungs weren’t what slowed me down, it was my leg muscles.
There are a lot of Vermonters here. I spend some time in every run thinking about why I care, why I’m going to fundraise. The running is good for me — nothing like guilt and peer pressure to get me to do something. But the fundraising is because I actually believe that the “impossible” is happening in Vermont… that people are steadily claiming their power and voice there and instituting REAL changes. Don’t get me started on North Carolina!