A few weeks ago I did a 13 mile run. Granted, I allowed myself some walking, but I ran most of it, and that's a mile farther than the longest I'd ever been on foot before. The last couple of weeks have not been so smooth. I've gone out of town on two trips, started a new job, given up an old job, and had my dog (my most energetic running buddy) fall from the fire escape and sprain his wrist.
I haven't completely fallen off the wagon, but I certainly haven't been on track either. I made it on a few short runs last week (as well as to THREE yoga classes!!). This week is crazy, and tonight I thought I'd let two days go by this week without hitting the pavement. But when I got home from rehearsal and it was nearly dark out, I decided to grasp the moment, and, pardon, run with it.
It was just a couple of miles, staying within the neighborhood, staying where it was well-lit and where I felt safe, but it was something. And I was EXCITED to get out and run. I had fun. It was calming, and thrilling. And I picked up at the end, and ran fast.
I ran fast, and at the end, looked up and saw the beautiful Oregon sky, some stars, and an amazing moon. I stretched in the courtyard, and took it all in. I'm going to do this. And it's going to feel good.
When I showered, I turned the water to a pretty cool temp. I realized as the water ran from my head to my back and my back to my legs, that my body temperature was warming the water. There was a heat coming off my body strong enough to raise the temp of the cool water. There was heat in me. There is heat, warmth, in me.
No comments:
Post a Comment