The morning temperatures have been amazing lately, so I’ve been looking up towards the right and picturing myself running again.
(Quick recap: My legs break when I run. Four stress fractures in less than a year. Vitamin D deficiency. Squishy knee condition. Physical therapy. Wearing of the big boot. Sports medicine doc planning a hedonistic (wifeless) trip to Florida with a colleague instead of looking at my x-ray. Doctor switch. I haven’t REALLY run since October, when I broke my right heel during a 5K with Meredith, but I *did* do a lot of spinning (the stationary bike kind) as well as Pilates over the winter and spring. Sadly, I’ve done nothing since April when I had the flu. This is not really a quick recap, is it? Are you still with me? I’m wearing a skirt right now, but I think it might actually be a tube top dress, and that’s sort of funny because it’s not really socially acceptable to pull your tube top dress down around your waist before dinner, is it?)
This morning I woke up and thought, “Yes. This is the day.”
I then remembered that I had plans to eat pie with friends at 10:30.
I then thought, “Well, good. Today is NOT the day.”
(Pie is always a good excuse to NOT run. Put that in your toolbox.)
In a few more weeks, I’ll have no more excuses. This both excites and spooks me, and that’s a fun road to be on. (A fun road on which to be.) And then I’ll hopefully be back on THIS road. (It’s less than five miles from my house, and I share it with deer.)
It’s my favorite place to be, unless airplanes are falling from the sky or the mom with the triple-wide running stroller shows up. (She straps a laptop to the stroller so her kids can watch movies while she runs. Movies over deer. Honestly.) ((I run faster than her, which really isn’t a thing when you remember that she’s running while pushing the stroller equivalent to a Cutlass Supreme. Regardless: I run faster than her.))