Last weekend, running got real.
It has been a long, long time since I've felt like I was really running. A long time. Ever since I started my gradual build-up from nothing to something in February, I've been on the treadmill. This winter has been too cold, too snowy for me to try anything outside during this early stage of recovery.
Saturday, though, was a sunny day. A dry day. A no-snow-on-the-roads day.
So I ran. Outside. In the sun.
Folks, I have missed it. And I didn't truly realize how much I have missed getting outside for a run until I actually did. Yes, I knew I missed running. I mean, c'mon. Of course I did. But, I'd convinced myself that it was OK to be on the DL. That it wasn't that horrible to not run.
And, in many ways, it wasn't that horrible to not run. But it wasn't great. And even when I started running again and I was logging half miles and then miles on the treadmill, I still wasn't getting the full experience.
Once I did, it all came rushing back to me.
Oh, running. I've missed you. I've missed you so very much.
Sure, it was only 3 miles but they were 3 miles IN THE SUN! With brisk air -- downhills, uphills, twists, turns. It was wonderful!
This week the weather looks like it will cooperate again and I should be able to get out for more outside runs.
Life is good.
Have a great week!
