Up until last August, I was running every.single.night & putting in about 4-5 miles.
Then for some reason, I just stopped.
I’m one of those people who wakes up every morning looking forward to their daily run. Don’t get me wrong, I have a love/hate relationship with exercise, but I really do look forward to that time alone while out for a jog.
I love the sounds of the summer nights, I love feeling the heat, & watching the families play in their front yards. I love getting to know my neighbors because they see me run past their houses every night & I usually hear one of the kids say, “There goes that lady again.”
I can tell you there is a former Razorback Football player a few blocks over who waters his plants every night because “his wife” tells him to do it. But from what I’ve gathered? He loves watering those plants, he does it for himself as much as it does it for her.
I can tell you about the street that is definitely the “Fun Street.” There are 4 or 5 families that live on that street with kids relatively all the same ages & in the summer, they all gather at one house & the adults drink their margaritass & grill out in the driveway. They a mini-block party while the kids all ride their bikes & play games. (Seriously, I want to live on that street!)
I can point out flower beds that I wish I had in my yard, I can tell you who won the “Neighborhood Gardening Competition”….
Or at least, I can tell you all of that from last year. This year? I couldn’t tell you a thing.
I miss running. I crave the time alone, I crave the sweating, the adrenaline rush, the feeling I get lacing up shoes & when my muscles start to groan because they know I’m going to push them that much harder.
A week ago, I started running again. The first pound on the pavement reminded me of being a freshman in high school & it being my first day of cross country. A few more blocks in & I was really wishing I hadn’t stopped running because my lungs were on fire. At the end? I was so glad it was over! But was so glad I went!
And Todd & I have started going together again (we used to do this together every night before Lboy was born.) We loaded the kiddo up in the stroller, grabbed our stop watches, & finally started the whole process of getting our lungs back into shape all over again.
It is some of the best time we’ve spent as a family. It is a blast.
Now, I’m looking forward to the evenings when we go out as a family.
After 13 years of being a runner, I know it will always be something I do, even if it’s on again, off again. But this time? I’m glad to be back in my running shoes & I hope I don’t stop this time.