Once again. Once again. Once again...
I've said it before. I expect (but hope not) I'll say it again.
I've started again.
Walk. Run.
Only now, I'm near Atlanta. Moved.
HHH.
Hills. Heat. Humidity.
I'm joining the running club at the local running shoe store, Big Peach Running. I'm not sure what I'm getting into but the people on Facebook seem nice enough. And they like pie. That's a plus.
The game plan? I don't have one. I bought new shoes. That's not exactly a plan, but it is a start. As I mentioned I joined a club. Sort of. I said I'd show up, though it has no such requirement.
I've run 3.11 miles extremely slowly. Just under 11:00/mile. Mostly, so far (as in the last two weeks), I've walked.
I'll need new courses. New tracks. New races. New, new, new.
Same old, same old?
This isn't a runner-friendly area. Road shoulders are small. Drivers are rude to runners.
There aren't as many running trails as in Chicagoland. The ones I've heard about are short. 9.5 miles. Short. Now, as it happens, that remains long to me. I hope that will change.
I head to the running club tomorrow, if I can get the rest of my schedule together.
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