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If I'm gonna continue to eat like I do, especially the hand made chocolates that I'm helping a friend make to fill the cases in her shop, I better get back in the game. Running is a wonderful physical activity. But it hurts. At least for the first few weeks when you have not done it in a few years. I remember the pain, but it seems worse on an older body. I go out in the dusk hours so nobody can see me. Really. I get dinner all set (remember mise en place?) and then hit the pavement. My legs feel absolutely fabulous, they want to go and go and go. It's my heart that slows me down, and once it gets back into a comfortable rhythym, the burning lungs really linger. Ouch. Pray for me. I want to stick it out.


That's why I walk!

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