What Was I Thinking?
I have made good on a few of my New Year's promises to myself.
Accept challenges with grace and determination.
Step outside my comfort zone more often.
Take better care of me - my body, my soul, my spirit.
I have also been gluten-free for 2 months.
My dad challenged me to run the Monument Avenue 10K with him.
I accepted. With determination (but
a lot of some internal kicking and screaming).
I am stepping outside my comfort zone here people. I have not been a runner in 20 years. Three kids and lots of college/post-college beer makes 20 pounds too.
It's an effort to take better care of me. Yes, my body, but I also find running helps me clear my head. Find some peace. And quality time with myself, which is essential to me to be a good wife, mother, daughter, sister, person.
It's not been easy.
I am sore. So. Very. Sore.
Knowing I have to run sometime during the day stresses me out.
20 years and hoisting three children on my hip for 9 years has rendered my body slightly misaligned.
I have two different kinds of orthotics in my shoes. One to supplement the 1/4 inch that's missing from my left leg. Another to reinforce arch support in my other shoe.
Further proof my alignment is out of whack?
Apparently, I kick myself.
I feel healthy and strong.
I feel determined.
I am proud of what I'm teaching my daughter.
I love running with her (incidentally, she can go out and run 3.5 miles no problem and still do it faster than me, and I love that about her).
Will I keep it up? I don't know.
It gets hot in Richmond in the summer. Really, really hot. And I don't do well in the heat.
Or the cold for that matter. I'm kind of a baby that way.
But, I will persevere. I made a promise to my dad, my daughter, and myself.
And, I owe it to all of us to see this through.