I went running yesterday. I ran a whole mile and while it wasn’t earth-shattering and super fast, I ran a mile.
The last time I ran was more than two weeks ago. I barely survived those four miles, and I was at the tail-end of training for a half marathon that I would go on to skip. THAT is a sad time in a runner’s life. Skipping a race you’ve been training months to compete in. (I was so upset that I had to stop following the race on social media. It’s too much, too soon.)
I’m still not 100%, but who knew that I would be so excited to run a mile? Today I’m wondering if I can run 1.25 or 1.5 miles on the treadmill.
I have a cough that won’t fully go away. The antibiotics are long finished and I don’t have to take the super powerful cough syrup at night, but the cough lingers occasionally. Especially during exercise.
I’ve been shying away from all activities the past couple of weeks because of sickness. The first step to getting back to running, though, is really lacing up my shoes.
I’ve missed you, running. I’m glad we’re getting to be friends again.