I love to run. Running has become a huge part of who I am. It’s my anti-depressant, my stress reliever, my muse.
I need to return to my old running roots. The ones where I ran because I wanted to or needed to. Where I ran the distance or the speed that felt good that day. The place I was before I started training and tracking miles and caring about my speed.
That run never hurt me. That run was only a positive force in my life.
I run to be mentally healthy, to be physically strong, and ok, sometimes so I can continue to drink beer and still fit in my jeans. I’ll be keeping that run around.
But, until my body stops rebelling, distance running and specific training plans will be taking a backseat. I’ll be mixing in more yoga, more weightlifting, more cross training on the elliptical and the bike. My body has been telling me in no uncertain terms that it needs me to make it stronger first. To recognize that I’m older and don’t bounce back as fast from races. To listen when a twinge starts instead of pushing through until I end up sidelined.
Because I will be back. Because there will be more half marathons and at least one more marathon in my life. Because I will be that woman winning her age group just because she’s the only one still racing at that age.
Because running and I aren’t done. We’re just going to have an open relationship for a while.