Last Saturday morning after tearing ourselves away from watching ESPN’s College Football Gameday, my Fave and I got up for a run. I was looking forward to it but also nervous. How was my body going to react? It had been so long since I had gone for a run. I decided to start slow and do two miles. Something is better than nothing right?
My Fave ran alongside me for a bit and it was nice to have some company on the trail. As I ran, I could feel my body jiggle (Thank you post-vacation pounds!) and my feet grow heavy with each step. I started to get frustrated and scolded myself for taking a break for so long and just letting myself go. I vowed to get back on this training schedule and start eating healthy again.
“How was I able to run 7+ miles before?!”, I complained to my Fave.
“You’ll get back on it! Hey, at least we’re out here and doing something!”, my Fave said.
He was right. Before anymore negative thoughts consumed me, I decided to push through them and tried to enjoy this run. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful Saturday morning. It was a perfect day for a run.
Before I knew it, I approached my turnaround and I decided to push myself. It was tough but I kept visualizing myself crossing that half-marathon finish line. I sprinted to the finish and high-fived my Fave. I glanced at my watch. Not too bad. Two miles may not seem much but it was A LOT to me. After being on a running hiatus for a while, just getting out there and finishing this run was a huge accomplishment for me. The hardest thing is just getting out there.
Running, oh, how I’ve missed you so…
Have you ever taken a long break from running? How did it feel coming back?
See you at the finish line!