When I was a Runner.
I chalk it up to breastfeeding but ever since having Liam my body aches. With being all achey and the weather being all frozen, I haven’t had a chance to make it outside and run. Like really run.
And I miss it. I find myself staring (creepily) out my front window or the kitchen window or any window for that matter, watching runners and I find myself almost drooling.
Or maybe I just need to eat.
Either way, running is very much a part of who I am and I miss it. This week has been crazy warm (Utah warm) and the sun has been beaming sweet rays of feel good warmth and I had to take advantage of that and take a run outside.
And I did.
But I did it a HECK OF A TON slower than I have ever ran in my life. It still felt good (in my head, my body not so much). I felt like I used to when I was a runner.
When I made it back home, I looked at my Ipod (after almost dry heaving in the driveway) and found that I ran 12 1/2 minute miles. Seriously, the way my chest was pounding, I thought that I had sprinted.
When I was a runner, I could really run. I’m not built like a runner (I really need to stop saying that and I know it) but I could really run.
I, frustrated, took off my shoes, grabbed some water and slumped against my couch in defeat. When I was a runner…………I’m an idiot.
I AM A RUNNER.
Just because I’m slower and tire more quickly, I am a runner. I went back out there and I ran. I ran with a different body than before. I ran with extra weight than before but by goodness, I ran.
I’m a different runner than I was before and it may take some time to get back to where I was but that’s fine with me.
You go out and you try. It may be slower. It may feel different. But you still do it. Go on with your bad self.