Friday, January 15, 2021
Today I ran outside on pavement for the first time in almost 3 years. 22 years ago, I ran 8 miles a day. Little by little, I slowed down, and then just got out of the habit. I started running a little here and there over the years but kept hurting myself, trying to go too hard or too long. I began running at the gym in little bits before my surgery, and didn't run a step again until a few weeks ago.
Around Christmas I started jogging around the kitchen while I was baking and making holiday treats. Hubby is getting ready to retire, and I have been nagging him to walk with me. Today out of nowhere, he came to me and said, "Let's walk now," at lunch. So I put on my old running headband to keep my ears from getting cold, threw on a few extra layers, and put my running shoes on.
I ran two and a half miles while my husband and the dog walked with me. I ran slow, but I kept going, and I never stopped. Somewhere in here is the athlete I used to be. I ran a marathon when I was 39 years old. I don't know if anything close to that will ever happen again, but I sure did feel good.
I'm not waiting 3 years to do it again.