Small victories

I like to run. I’ve liked running my whole life. I’m not too terribly consistent with it. But for the most part when I get the urge to go running I can just go out and run for three miles without any problem. I sprained my ankle on New Year’s Eve, and for some reason it took my ankle forever to heal. It still hurts when I surprise it with too much weight. So I hadn’t been able to run for too long for my soul.

I started slowly going out occasionally a few weeks ago, and it was sad. I could barely go two miles, even if I stopped to walk, before I’d feel like my heart was just going to pound it’s way out of my chest. I felt so out of shape.

Today, I was tired, exhausted, but the weather was nice and I thought it would be a good idea to go out running anyway.

I decided I’d aim for two miles since that seemed realistic. After about a mile and a half I thought I’d see, if I stopped to walk for a bit, if I could get three miles in. After about two miles I thought it would be fun to see if I could maybe, possibly, actually run the whole three miles. After about two and a half miles that started to seem crazy, but I kept pushing through. And when I was just a block from my place, almost through with three miles, I was wondering how much further I could go because I felt great! I decided I should probably stop anyway so I’d be sure I could still move tomorrow.

But I ran three miles. It feels so good. I did some yoga stretching for about twenty minutes when I got back and I’m feeling real good. I love when my body works like that.