Flobits

     There was absolutely no glory in the first run. I started it around 6 pm and it took me about 45 minutes. However, the preparations began a few days earlier. And so did my anxiety :)     I didn't have any special equipment for running but, at the second glance, what do you really need? Shoes - check, I took the tennis ones. Some breathable clothes - check, again from tennis. Music - very important - plenty on the phone, and my music bandwidth is limited anyway, so - check!      Running plan - well, there were a few options, but in principle it was run one minute and walk another one, for as long as you can.      My wife behaved admirably by smiling and encouraging me every single time I mentioned the race. And she was not short on such occasions, for I was going on endlessly in the morning, at lunch, and with several other occasions when we had a break from work and a coffee together. In the end, she did what...

     True stories are dull. Especially the recent ones. For the old ones, time has played Chinese whispers with them and they've become more spectacular but, in essence, they were once commonplace. But as tedious as they are, they are real, so you can feel them. And somehow, live them.      Anyway, as the poet invites us: to begin at the beginning ...      It started about a year ago. The thought had been there longer, but it was the last December that finally pulled the trigger. It bears now little relevance how I came tot that point, but the sugar coated version of it is that I'd been eating like a pig for a decade and a half. When I discovered that the pin of my belt found another hole to call home, and to the wrong end, I decided solemnly to take action.       Enough was enough!      I got scared at the thought of having to buy my belts per metre next time and I would need a tailor even for a t-shirt...