Thursday, March 25, 2010

The Beginning

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!


Tam @ Sew Dang Cute said...

Truly inspiring! You are so amazing!!!! Way to go! I'm so happy that you were able to get out and run (and get stinkin' cute shoes)!!!

Char @ Crap I've Made said...


But how's your sink? ;)

Al, Wendy, Max, and Lil said...

Good for you!

me said...

Yay! Kristine, good for you girl. I feel like your butt and my butt could become BFF's