so, i went for a run yesterday. the first run in a very, very long time. how long? well… let’s be generous and call it late 2006.
i’m motivated to start running again after checking out my weight. it’s climbed again, after 6 months of over-work, stress, and no exercise. the price i pay for being at a crazy startup. well, time to get the weight back down again and start feeling healthy again. i used to be fairly active and am determined to be so again.
running in tokyo is a bit different because it is so much more urban than san francisco is. a lot more traffic, roads, bicycles, and pedestrians to contend with. another difference is the weather–hotter and more humid in the summer, and much colder in the winter.
there is a small park about a kilometer from our apartment. weather is overcast, the ground is wet after it rained sunday night. traffic is light–it is monday mid-morning, after all.
after just a couple hundred meters, i am huffing and puffing. wow, so out of shape. when i pass people i try to keep my wheezing to a minimum, you know, just so i don’t scare them. not that i am passing anyone. maybe i can catch that grandpa, with the fishing hat, walking ahead of me, with the cane.
the park is pretty small, actually, so even though i am slow and fat and out of shape i can cover it end to end. well, once. i stretch and decide to walk home–a long cool down.
somehow, i was running slow enough to get two mosquito bites.
~3km/1.8 miles. 30 minutes.