This year's new year resolution was to run 400 miles in 2011. I've been on the treadmill about three times a week, and it is starting to drive me batty. I've tried various podcasts, workout routines, etc but it's just boring. On the rare occasions when child care and daylight coincide, the weather has not cooperated with me running outside.
Last night, I discovered running at the Metrodome. Yes, the roof is still broken and deflated, but the concourse is open and heated. They open it up two nights a week for runners. I felt like I had stumbled into a secret society. You enter, pay a dollar, and shed many layers of outdoor clothing. You pile them in a heap under the condiment stand, and leave them there, guarded by the empty ketchup dispenser. And then you run, around and around, past the beer stands and sausage stands and restrooms, 10 laps = 4 miles. When you're done you get a cookie.
There were a lot of other people there, and all but three of them passed me. (One of the folks I passed was Will, who was walking, because he had already run 3 miles in the morning.) Slow as I am, I was thrilled to be moving my body over a distance once again, and to have found this hidden running cocoon.
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