A week and a half have passed since my last run. I walk daily, sometimes multiples times, driven
by Bella’s needs. But run? Meh.
These days of COVID, of work stress, and insomnia have left me dreaming
of being a runner again (when I do actually sleep). That would entail running though. Hence, my dilemma.
I could tell immediately that my life-force was off this
morning. I had no good reason for
feeling this way; it’s Saturday, it’s not 400 degrees out, and I actually slept
OK last night. Scott was already out for
a run, so I grabbed Bella and took her for her “long walk”, hoping the act of
moving would change my attitude.
So, since that didn’t work…..
Scott, doubling as a cheerleader and coach today, had a
great idea to drive to Acadia and run some trails. Nothing takes the pressure off a runner who
hasn’t been running than trails. No
pressure to run fast, ability to get lost in the run, no external distractions….
And 11,692 steps later, I had a firm grasp of a new attitude!
Sometimes you need a combination of things: a husband who gets you, who leads the
cheering squad for you, who is willing to run additional miles at a slower pace
just to get me out there moving, and of course, cooler air is always a plus. But ultimately, you still need to want to
run.
I’ve been stuck for some time now with where running sits
in my priorities, what I expect out of a run, and frankly, why I run at
all. So many years of building my miles,
my pace, and my goals have left me questioning my “why”.
While I contemplate my “why”, I’m celebrating a glorious 6 miles
on trails, a clear head, a hint at a level of energy I’ve been missing, and
even a desire to go back out for more tomorrow!
Why?? Why not.
