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


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