It’s been a while, I know.
This past winter was filled with bitterly cold days and I did very little running outside. However, I did use the treadmill, elliptical machine and arc trainer at the gym, though admittedly not very consistently.
In the spring I thought about running and I thought about it some more, but did nothing about it.
When I finally decided to get back on the running band wagon the heat wave began!
I’m running in the gym most of the time. But at least once a week, very early in the morning, I meet a friend and off we go to run in the park.
Running is hard. I’m heavy and slow. I do it so that I can get lighter and faster. But I also do it because something about my loud rhythmic breathing, the shuffle of my steps, makes me feel peaceful.
While running I’m focusing on my pace, breath and legs. I’m thinking just make it to the next lamppost, the next tree, the next light. “Do it, Esther.” “You can do it Esther.” “Come on now, just one more step.”
Sometimes I can take that extra step and make it and sometimes I can’t.
Regardless how great or awful the run was, at the end of it my thoughts seem clearer and sharper. I feel I can tackle the day with some grace.
Running remains one of the hardest things I do physically. I can’t imagine giving it up. I fail at it more than I succeed, but I learn something every time.
I remain committed and have got my eyes on a few 5K’s in the fall.