The sun was shining, the wind was barely moving, so I laced up my fabulous new pink Saucony running shoes (thank you, Uncle Randy and Auntie!) grabbed my Ipod and headed out for my first run in six months.
I started out with a brisk walk, warming up my forgotten muscles. Got the the corner and started with a light jog. Made it to the corner, so decided to head up the hill.
My breathing was bizarre - as if I had forgotten how!
My butt was flailing behind me, like some extra appendage with a mind of its own.
My chest was heaving in and out, in and out, not knowing what to do, not knowing how to even out. I slowed to a light jog again, made it to the top of the hill. I turned around, determined to go at least a mile.
Down I go, feeling as if my body had a mind of its own - nothing wanted to work together. I hit about 3/4 mile and suddenly everything clicked. My breathing evened out. My muscles began to move. My butt joined in and became part of my body again. I was doing it, I was running! I made the mile-long run down the hill, and decided that would be good for the day. Overall, made it about 1 3/4 miles - my farthest run in 6 months!
Now I remember why I love running - no matter how far I go (or don't go) I feel like I have accomplished something. My body was free. My mind was free. My spirit was free!
Running, my long-lost, comfortable friend, how I've missed you!