I’ve started running again, and it’s like I never knew how much I missed it.
I stopped running shortly after starting my new job for reasons I won’t get into. I hadn’t been on the treadmill for a regular run in about, oh, 3 1/2 months, and I was sick of not working out. I was doing the 30 Day Shred, but it’s just not the same. I would think about running, and then I’d think about how long it’d been since I’d been running and I’d get scared. I was afraid that if I got on that treadmill I would be shocked and appalled at how much I’d fallen behind.
Finally, I just bit the bullet. I went upstairs, unfolded that treadmill, and got on.
It was (almost) like I’d never stopped. What a relief! I must be in better shape than I thought (and apparently working in the ER is pretty darn good exercise).
I was a bit slower, but was overall able to pick up fairly close to where I’d left off. It was so energizing. Sure, I was huffing and puffing and sweating like a woman wearing a snowsuit in a sauna, but I didn’t care. I’ve run several times since then and I’m already better than I was 4 months ago. When I run, I’m able to let my mind wander. I think about all sorts of things and even though I’m usually worn out afterward, I feel so relaxed when it’s done. Aaaah, running! Welcome back!