I worry about getting fat. I think I have a genetic predisposition towards it, and I’ve been doing my best to fight it. This stress fracture has meant I shouldn’t run. Luckily, I’ve been doing a lot of walking while touring Europe.
Until lately. All my relatives seem very insistent on feeding me lots of food. And I get to be chauffeured many places. So I’m starting to get nervous.
I convinced my uncle to take me to the forest again. We went further today, but I still don’t feel comfortable doing really long distances. If my ankle was trustworthy I would try to get to the forest in the morning and spend all day running.
I’ve dreamed about running in this forest.
I just can’t remember the routes my grandfather took when we were on horseback. Even if I did, twenty years of growth would have totally changed them. I’ll cherish the memories I do have.
I lost my first thing today. A spare battery fell out of my camera case, probably while I was running. the batteries like to be in pairs so I might was well have lost both.
I hope this is the biggest thing I lose.