Now that the evenings are lighter I'm gradually bringing my training outside - on Monday and Wednesday it was still really sunny when I got back from work so I went to a local lake for my runs. I think these first couple of weeks are going to be a harsh reminder of how much the treadmill fools me into thinking I'm fit! Last night I went to the gym, ran for an hour and felt like I could have kept going forever...half an hour round the lake and my lungs have gone fishing.
I love going to the lake - there are always so many people to watch and so many stories to make up. Old couples holding hands, young lovers having heart-to-hearts, dads feeding the ducks with their kids. And you keep going around, and you keep passing the same people, and the second time you pass them you smile, and the third time you might make a little comment. It feels so....charming, somehow. I'm not sure if that's the right word but it's the one that springs to mind.
Does everyone else love people-watching as much as I do? Do you invent elaborate stories about people who just pass you in a flash but make an impact, somehow? And what about the runners out there, how do you feel about treadmill v outside? Not just on a best-exercise level but in terms of enjoyment??
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