First 'post-half' Run- A perspective
Tuesday, March 20th
Today I ran for the first time after my first 1/2 marathon, just two short days ago.
I remember on Saturday, after finishing, feeling the fatigue, and wondering how long it would take me to recover.
I had planned a week 'off' thinking to walk some daily miles to pass the time.
But yesterday, as I photo copied my next training schedule- the butterflies in my stomach told me this renewed excitement for the sport should be put to good use.
Berg Park it would be.
I should have worn my Cascadias, but found myself grabbing my Ghosts.
I knew they'd feel honored I chose them again, after the hard work they helped me do on Saturday.
I slip them on,
They feel tired-
but there is an unspoken camaraderie between us now.
It feels good.
Jeep parked-
Warmup walk to the running path.
The park has a chill about it.
I chide myself for wearing short sleeves, and begin a motherly conversation about proper weather dressing.
And then I run-
It feels amazing.
It feels like home.
The first mile floats by
My time is quick, a 15 seconds faster than my usual 'quick' pace.
I wonder if I should throw caution to the wind and keep it up,
But decide a diversion is best.
I look with new eyes at this well-loved park of mine...
I notice how the arch of a tree, the structure of a bridge, frames the landscape beyond, making it seem magical, almost unattainable.
Running is like that.
You see a race, a pace, something you feel is so close, yet just put of reach-
Set it on a pedestal-
As if attaining it will bring you what you think is lacking in your life.
When really, it's just perspective.
Mile 2 down-
I think I'm going to like running this time around.... 29 weeks
My life measured by running charts.
I smile
Mile 3 complete
Done for today
My breath is heavy and full
Good things are just around the bend
Really good things
Today I ran for the first time after my first 1/2 marathon, just two short days ago.
I remember on Saturday, after finishing, feeling the fatigue, and wondering how long it would take me to recover.
I had planned a week 'off' thinking to walk some daily miles to pass the time.
But yesterday, as I photo copied my next training schedule- the butterflies in my stomach told me this renewed excitement for the sport should be put to good use.
Berg Park it would be.
I should have worn my Cascadias, but found myself grabbing my Ghosts.
I knew they'd feel honored I chose them again, after the hard work they helped me do on Saturday.
I slip them on,
They feel tired-
but there is an unspoken camaraderie between us now.
It feels good.
Jeep parked-
Warmup walk to the running path.
The park has a chill about it.
I chide myself for wearing short sleeves, and begin a motherly conversation about proper weather dressing.
And then I run-
It feels amazing.
It feels like home.
The first mile floats by
My time is quick, a 15 seconds faster than my usual 'quick' pace.
I wonder if I should throw caution to the wind and keep it up,
But decide a diversion is best.
I look with new eyes at this well-loved park of mine...
I notice how the arch of a tree, the structure of a bridge, frames the landscape beyond, making it seem magical, almost unattainable.
Running is like that.
You see a race, a pace, something you feel is so close, yet just put of reach-
Set it on a pedestal-
As if attaining it will bring you what you think is lacking in your life.
When really, it's just perspective.
Mile 2 down-
I think I'm going to like running this time around.... 29 weeks
My life measured by running charts.
I smile
Mile 3 complete
Done for today
My breath is heavy and full
Good things are just around the bend
Really good things
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