I'm not quite sure why I'm citing that it's "Day 16" here, as my intention is to make running part of my routine indefinitely. But, it's still early days, of course.
So, yeah, a little over two weeks later, I'm still at it. The ache in my thighs has largely subsided (thanks, no doubt, to stretching). It still feels "weird" and, well, "wrong" every time I start the process in the mornings, as if to suggest that my body is still not totally down with my fitness initiative, but who knows if that'll ever change?
The curve ball is that I'm now spending more time out on Long Island at my mother's place in Quogue. At the risk of being coy, I have a lot more free time these days. That said, I've been endeavoring to get up bright and early (usually before Charlotte, but not before Oliver -- the earliest riser in the family) to put my foot to the pavement at the start of the day. Thus far, it's been a good means of jump-starting the morning.
I haven't been running every day. I try to go at least three times a week, if possible. I've been struck by a crippling bout of allergies in recent days, so I skipped this morning's slog. And instead of Washington Square Park, I'm now trudging around my mom's block here in Quogue's leafily genteel byways. This block is a bit larger that Washington Square. My lap in the city normally takes me about six minutes, while this block takes me about ten. That's a good thing. I'm hoping to increase it to maybe two laps at some point, but -- again -- one step at a time.
I still need to curtail my diet a bit if I'm going to make any meaningful change, but at the very least, running is helping me stay focused in, frankly, what has turned into a period of chaos. For that alone, I'm going to stick with it.