I’m beginning to accept that this is real and I have it. I don’t think it’s a problem, per se, but it sure makes it difficult to reach any long-term fitness goals.
For example, I broke up with running back in June. From there, I’ve been all about the yoga. I nailed crow a few times and came close to holding a handstand by myself. I had visions of bird of paradise and scorpion… but now I haven’t been in two weeks. With Hailey’s new school schedule, it is hard to find days and times that work for us. So, I’ve been feeling a little lost.
Then, two weeks ago, David was home, Hailey was sleeping and the weather was cool. In other words, the fitness stars aligned and made this possible.
2.5 walking/jogging (wogging) miles. Koda was ecstatic. I felt a rush of adrenaline. It was like swearing off sugar then snagging a bite of a cupcake. It was good.
I wrote it off as a momentary rush, but not long afterwards, it happened again.
3.8 miles with the whole crew.
Could it be? Are we rekindling our run-mance?
Clearly I’m not setting any speed records, but I find this feeling of wanting to pound the pavement fascinating. I won’t say I’m back in full force. I’m taking things slowly and not setting any schedule, timing or distance goals. Right now I’m just enjoying the feeling of my blood pumping, sweat dripping and legs becoming fatigued.
While part of my yearns to define our relationship- where is this going? How long will it last? – the other part of me is learning to just enjoy the ride and see where it takes me.
Do you have a favorite exercise that you always stick with?
Or do you switch things up according to your interest or the season?