March 11, 2021
I am increasingly running faster, and it gives me a frisson of a thrill. Now, by "faster", I mean for me, not for you or anyone else, and indeed someone might even chortle at my progress. But it's coming to me without any sort of plan or goal, just by going out every day (as of this writing, it's 20 in a row) and doing it, even if some days it's a slog and I feel like it wasn't even "worth it". I have no delusions about becoming a speed demon and no desire for marathons, and that's absolutely fine.