2.5 loop

I've been slowly exercising but a few weeks ago I really over did it. I started to have shin splints and my heels hurt badly. I've never had this happen in all of my years as a competitive runner and so I decided I wasn't taking it as slow as I should.

Sooo... I took a week [or so] off. I really don't remember how much time it was. But I didn't go to Zumba anymore, haven't been to the gym, or on a run. The only thing I've been doing is still eating like there's no tomorrow [I have worse food cravings and I'm HUNGRY ALL THE TIME when I am breast feeding than I do when I'm pregnant...now THAT'S bad!]. So no exercise and lots of food [and lots of baking] = the LBS have come back to haunt my mid-section. boo.

Okay- I think I've lost track of where this post was going.. my running tonight. My body was really craving a good run. So I did. I ran a 2.5 mile loop that I have come to adore! It was dark, which ads to the peacefulness I was feeling. As I ascended the [steep] hill I was out of breath but it was the best feeling ever! Once I crested the hill I took a quick glance at the view. And what a view it was! I felt like I was on top of the world! Floating down the hill I felt so free, so calm. So at home. No diapers to change. No conversations about poop, or farts or wiping butts. No screaming kids. No timeouts. No one demanding anything of me. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE MY BOYS! I just have been so stressed out with life - with adjusting to the demands of 2 kids, household responsibilities, running a business [or two] and body image. Out there, on the quiet street it was just me. Myself and my body- which kept telling me to push more, go faster. I gave in. I opened up and flew down the rolling hills. Thankfully my body remembered what to do and my mind rested. I was at peace. Lost in my thoughts I wasn't paying attention to anything around me- until I was scared senseless by... a bunny! stupid wabbit. Seriously though! I was frightened by a rabbit! Go figure... Any how.. I love the crispness in the air tonight. It reminded me of early morning and late night runs when I was competing. I long for the days when I can compete again. I know it wont be anytime soon, and I'm okay with that. This is the season for babies. A choice that was hard to make and not pursue a running career. In the end my family comes first and without them, well not something I want to think about. I have the comfort to know that I can still go for runs- my beautiful therapy.
Until next time...