I ran today for the first time in three months. Since this race. (I’m not counting an occasional CrossFit workout; running a 5k or 1600m here and there does not a running practice make.)
It may seem weird, but when you’re in a long term relationship with running like I am, it’s essential to take time off. I’m in my thirteenth year of running and I know that taking breaks from the sport is what keeps me loving it. In fact, during the three months that I wasn’t running, I was reading books about running, watching videos about running and dreaming of running.
Today’s adventure invited me to pause and notice the littlest things.
With this being my first run back, there were many things to notice. I noticed my hips and my foot strike. My hamstrings, my glutes and my ankles. My core, my arms and the feeling of my body moving. The sound of my feet on the path and my breath.
Not to mention, this little thing I noticed…
And then, to top of the day, I had a date night with my husband at a new restaurant.
Another little thing I noticed…
…how in love I still am.
Not too bad for a Monday.
