Monday, August 3, 2015

I Feel Like Me Again

Over the weekend, I shared a couple new posts with you since returning from my blog vacation. If you missed those posts, you can read them by following these links:

Why Do I Blog
Piper Grace: 5 Months

Today, I want to talk about running. I know that I kind of swore off running until I lose more weight, but my heart is in protest.

My knees have been not-so-good ever since giving birth to Piper. Maybe it's from a lack of vitamins (which I use to take daily before and during pregnancy) or maybe it's from the extra weight I gained during pregnancy, but I am hopeful that my knees will get better. I have begun taking my vitamins regularly again and I also will be losing weight. (Be positive -- it helps reach goals).


Every good run should end with a kiss.


A couple weeks ago, my husband and I went to the track for the first time in probably a year. We were just going to walk, but my heart convinced me to run a lap. I became so emotional after that lap. I just kept saying to my husband, "I feel like me again". He agreed. Running is something that we did before Piper arrived, and it really took us back.

It's no surprise that I haven't felt like my old self too much lately, with being a new mom and staying at home. A lot has changed, but running remains the same. It's that physical challenge; that feeling like you can't go on, but then you do. It makes you feel proud and surprised that you could really do it, even though you felt as if you had nothing left in you. It's emotional for me. It's a stress reliever. It's "me time", and when I run with my husband, it's "our time".

There are so many rational reasons why I shouldn't be running, but my heart isn't rational. It wants what it wants; it wants me to run.




Running is such a release. It's like a drug. Even with never having been addicted to a drug before (unless you consider food a drug), I can imagine this is what it feels like. After a run, I feel different. I feel extra sensitive to the world around me. I hear more things, I feel more things. I actually smell the grass without trying. The world around me slows down, when my heart speeds up. I feel lighter, higher. I feel empowered. Running makes me feel so much; after all, that's what got me addicted to running in the first place.

And so, I will run. I will not let my weight take that away from me. I will not let time be an excuse. Running is the last thing I ever want to do, until I've done it. Running is so hard, and it's so worth it. Running hurts; running heals. Running is my passion.

Readers: What activity are you passionate about?

1 comment:

  1. I love this! Do what makes your heart sing, no matter what! :)

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