One foot in front of the other (100 words)

I started running last week and I love it.

The "new" apartment I moved into almost 6 months ago has a gym on the ground floor. When I moved in, I told myself I'd start using the facility as soon as I had time/energy/brain space to devote to the task; last week that finally happened.

I'm not running very far or very fast, but the half hour I spend on the treadmill is the quietest my brain ever gets and it makes me feel like I'm really, finally taking care of myself in a way that I need.