LLT
11-03-2011, 08:08 AM
Diary 36- Left, right, left will get you there
By Baron Batch
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Today I ran. It wasn’t pretty or fluid and I had a distinct limp because my left leg is weaker than the right. As I took my first few strides my heart pounded with nervousness while I thought, “Left, right, left will get you there.”
Running scared is never a good thing.
When I think back on my childhood there weren’t many consistent things. There aren’t many warm memories of happy holidays and gift filled Merry Christmas’s. My fondest memory from my childhood is an old dirt country road. This road led from the small trailer house I grew up in, and ended at the bus stop where my brothers and sister and I would be picked up for school in the morning. This old road was one of the few consistent things that I came to know, and we got to know each other very well. This dusty old dirt road taught me one of the most important things that I have ever learned. On this road I learned how to run.
http://baronbatch.blogspot.com/
By Baron Batch
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Today I ran. It wasn’t pretty or fluid and I had a distinct limp because my left leg is weaker than the right. As I took my first few strides my heart pounded with nervousness while I thought, “Left, right, left will get you there.”
Running scared is never a good thing.
When I think back on my childhood there weren’t many consistent things. There aren’t many warm memories of happy holidays and gift filled Merry Christmas’s. My fondest memory from my childhood is an old dirt country road. This road led from the small trailer house I grew up in, and ended at the bus stop where my brothers and sister and I would be picked up for school in the morning. This old road was one of the few consistent things that I came to know, and we got to know each other very well. This dusty old dirt road taught me one of the most important things that I have ever learned. On this road I learned how to run.
http://baronbatch.blogspot.com/