Earlier this month, I was kind of on a roll with the blog and run and blog about it habit, and it seems that I have dropped away from the "face" of the Internet. And that is absolutely true. Looking at my personal email, I had nearly 200 messages to weed through this morning dating back to July 14th, when I am usually quite prompt at reading my emails, checking them 2 or even three times a day. The only time I spent in the digital world since about early-mid July has been while at work, or short moments spent on my iPhone here and there. The past three weeks have been a whirlwind of packing, painting my new home, moving, and now, the last bits of unpacking, picking out draperies, and trying to figure out how I'm going to organize myself in this new, yet familiar, space. And I am finally starting to feel settled. (sigh of relief!)
So, I admit, maintaining my constant running schedule was definitely thrown off track. And I have been running less than I wanted, but I'm still getting out at least twice a week, and I ran five miles last weekend with no issue! That, I believe, is still progress. My massage therapist told me for the first time that my back is starting to feel better - from her perspective. I was already starting to feel improvement myself, but to have her confirmation puts a little skip in my step.
Sunday I ran around 2pm, after the sun was up and heating the air. It's been quite a while since I did an afternoon run, and the heat, while a relatively mild 77 degrees, made me feel sluggish and running was a challenge. The fact is that I chose a route that was 2.66 miles in total, fairly modest in length, but the first 1.5 were a long, slow uphill (gaining about 275 feet), making the heat no easier to take. Fortunately, and to my relief, the last mile was a swift kick downhill to home, and very satisfying. Also knowing I averaged 10 minute miles going up that hill gave me grinning rights.
This run was markedly different than in all my previous years of running. I chose to do what my body could do, and ignore my mind for the first time ever. Running up that hill, my brain kept telling me to stop and walk; "the heat!" it said. But I'd listen to my body and know my breathing was even and only slightly labored, I didn't feel faint, my feet were still moving, heck, I was even smiling! So, I didn't walk. I picked up my pace because my body could do it. It was a marvelous exploration of my self and my ability.
I'd like to leave you with a quote I received moments ago from Runnersworld.com's "Daily Kick In the Butt" email, which is quite timely and very appropriate:
"I'm glad to be here right now, poking at my threshold. I need to do this. I need the hurt, the understanding, the work and the metaphor. I want to get more comfortable being uncomfortable. I want to get more confident being uncertain. I don't want to shrink back just because something isn't easy. I want to push back, and make more room in the area between I can't and I can. Maybe that spot is called I will." -Kristin Armstrong, Mile Marker's blog, Runner'sWorld.com
Will you push back? Let go and say, "I will"? There is freedom in exploring the things that make us uncomfortable, learning our limitations, and when to push through what our mind tells us is where it needs to stop. I look forward to this continued growth and exploration!