This morning sucked. I was in a funk – the kind that you’re in from paying bills in the morning, if you catch my drift. Either way, this funk stuck with me for the entire morning; until I finally talked myself into going for a run. It was gorgeous – the sun was out, it was in the high 40s and basically the world was telling me to get out there.
Given the history of my recent runs, I got dressed begrudgingly. I figured I would have a half mile ‘run’, then end up walking about 2 miles before calling my ‘outing’ quits. I packed up food for the kid, loaded up some extra books in case she got bored, and began my run.
I was so, so wrong. And in this case, I did not mind one single bit.
3 miles, 9:34 pace, with zero cramps or contractions. I am still in disbelief and pray that it wasn’t a fluke.
For someone who thought she was down and out, a run like this almost brought me to tears. I know that sounds incredibly cheesy, but the only comparison I can make is to maybe relate it to an injury. You’re on the backburner, licking your wounds, and so many questions go through your mind, but then – one day, you run. And you run without complication. That feels so freakin’ amazing.
Today, I fell back in love with not only running, but with my body. I am so thankful that I can do this, and I will not be taking my ability to be mobile for granted. Not every one can run. Not every one can be active during pregnancy. Not every one can be active, one week away from their third trimester. The list goes on and on. But, here I sit, still beaming from my run, and nothing can take that feeling away from me.
Are you grateful [in a sense] for crappy runs?
Have you had a run recently blow your mind with how it went?
Should I eat the popcorn or the Almond Joy??