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So with the first of the year and all I guess I got a little over zealous and thought to myself ,” I think I should run this morning.”  I do not run, I only tried it once.  Oh was that a memory!  I went out and bought all new running clothes, so I could look the part ya know, and boy did I look great!  Pro, running attire I was looking  fabulous.  I started off feeling like a million bucks, I leaped off my front porch like a gazelle, wind in my hair , oxygen filling my lungs I was a thing of beauty.  Then it happened, I started to realize that I was getting tierd really fast, and having a hard  time breathing too and I kinda hurt all over as well, and I was only several houses away from my starting point.  It was at this exact moment I saw them, a couple of guys hanging out, working on a car down the road.  Well, something about pride or stupidity, the two often dance around each other, I refused to stop.  I couldn’t stop and let them see me give up.  Did they see me start?  Are they watching me, I am looking good.  I look like a professional runner, maybe if I turn the corner on this block I could run around to the other side of the block and they will never know.  So that is what I did.  I grit my teeth and put on a smile and even though every muscle in my body was screaming for me to quit my pride battled my pain as I rounded the corner towards freedom!  I ran just out of their sight and collapsed on the grass, my inibition was too tired to rear it’s head, so I lain in the stillness under the sky watching the laughing clouds , as the beating of my heart raced on as if we never stopped.  And that was the only time I ever willingly ran until Saturday the  third of January.  I don’t know what possesed me to run, it was a gorgeous morning for January, actually a bit humid.  I didn’t want to over do it, so I ran a little and then walked a little, so technically I went for a wun or ralk if you prefer.  Once I figured out how to breathe without choking or making extremley rude noises, it was not bad.  I did tire out quickly, so the walking  helped.  I did not over do it, I was careful of that, or did I? The next day my shins felt like a ninga came in the middle of the night and whaled on them with a two by four!  Ouch!  Thank God for the next two days of rain so I could recover.  I have heard of people running a lot and getting shin splints, I couldn’t possibly have them after ralking for one day!  Wow am I a mess!  maybe I should try skipping or galloping next time.