Not really a “first” , but that’s what it felt like. Not the first run ever, but today I put on my sneakers to run for the first time since the half marathon on February 23. When I got home, I looked at the calendar and realized that today was March 23. Somehow, it felt like an appropriate day to have a first run.
Procrastination….Yes I admit that I vowed to begin my running again on March 15th, but you know how it is (or feel free to pretend to not), I’ll do it “tomorrow”. Day after day, I kept saying, “tomorrow.” I always felt like I had great excuse. No, the pain will come back. No, I need a new pair of sneakers. No, I don’t have time to pack a bag to run after work. Funny enough, they sounded good at the time, but they really did nothing to alleviate the guilt I was inwardly feeling.
Today – I don’t know what sparked me to go out for a “first” run. I must admit that the bed was tempting. It was soft, warm, comfortable and safe. Tomorrow sounded like a good idea, after all – I just got my Jeff Galloway Running Journal yesterday and IT starts on Monday.
Reflections – I want to run. I enjoy the time to think. I want to be in better shape. As I lay in bed remembering the fun of the Disney weekend, I remember how good it felt walking through the parks congratulating medal winners and for the first time having my own half marathon medal around my neck.
Results – I didn’t go out for time or distance and it was only 2.5 miles. I went out to enjoy the moment and get started toward that awesome feeling. No pain… no problems, first run.