I used to run a lot but this morning I felt like I was running for the first time ever. I felt like I was starting over from scratch. I suppose I was. An injury, a baby, and a whole lot of time not running has made all the running I've done in my life irrelevant.
It still felt really, really good.
I'm starting small. This morning I did a one mile loop through the neighborhood. I tend to over do things (more on that later) and I'm trying to make sure I go slowly. I don't want any repeat injuries.
Thanks to an early birthday present from my parents (REALLY early) I was wearing a new sports bra and new shoes. Why is new stuff so motivating?
It was a beautiful morning--still early enough that it wasn't too hot. Lots of birds singing. A few cats watching the birds. I did some walking. I did some running. I got a stitch in my side (can't remember the last time that happened.)
I'm going out again tomorrow. I can't wait. I feel a little more like myself already.