I RAN THE OTHER DAY.
And it was glorious.
For the record it was not planned, it just kind of... happened. Here's how it went down.
Me, I had a shitty day. That's right, I said shitty. I hit my wall when I had officially missed my 5:30 Yoga class, the class that I look forward to the most, the one that keeps me going from one week to the next. The one that for the most part, I have no excuse to miss. Usually. But on this particular day I missed it and by the time I got home I was huffing and puffing, brooding. Kev suggested I take Norm-Dog for a walk so I grabbed the leash, the dog and the ipod and I was on my way. My shitteous mood had me listening to an old running mix as I power-walked my way up to 46th, still huffing and puffing, still brooding.
As soon as Mr. Brightside came on I couldn't stand it anymore. I shortened my strides and upped my speed, waiting for the pain. But the pain never came. In all honesty my running speed wasn't much faster than my walking speed but still, my pulse was racing and I was sweating! It actually even felt - dare I say - good. I ran back down to 43rd, back up to 46th and then back to Chez Schoville. By the time I got home, I was huffing and puffing but for a totally new reason, I was smiling like a deranged lunatic and my head was buzzing. Although it was only a mile, it may as well have been 10. It'd been more than a year since my last run.
Of course Kev questioned my sanity and my decision, but he knew. He got it. I'm a big girl and I'm not going to push it like I did before. I was careful. And you know what? It didn't hurt the next day. OR the day after that. And truth be told I haven't run since because I'm still a bit weary, but I might try again tomorrow. This is me not pushing it. This is me being a big girl. An adult.
So don't fret, k?