Today I ran six miles. Six. I am still in disbelief. I expected it would be harder. I was tired by the time I finished, oh so tired, but still I expected it to be more difficult. The little aches and pains that used to bug me so are just disappearing. I anticipated more joint discomfort, especially after the barefoot run down the beach, but all I had were sore calves that stopped complaining after the first mile or two. The bad ballerina knee no longer bothers me, ever. This is amazing. I ran at a slower pace, stopped for water, waited for traffic, and before I knew it I had gone farther down the Tobacco Trail than I had ever been. I was elated as I crossed Martin Luther King Jr. Parkway and jogged past the Lowe’s. I couldn’t stop thinking I actually made it across MLK. Then I couldn’t stop smiling. It didn’t matter that I was so tired by the time I got to the 5.5 mile mark because I just couldn’t help smiling at all the other people I passed on the trail. They must have thought I was nuts. I wonder when one becomes a “runner”. I still do not think of myself as a runner, but today I I started thinking I might be becoming one. I ran six miles today, and I liked it.