It’s like my legs have been asleep for a long time. They’ve forgotten how to truly move in a way that exhibits LIFE.
It has been a week since my last real run. The last run before that was a week prior. The last run before that was a week and a half before. I’ve been really out of the groove.
Today, I’m getting back on track. I wrote myself a reminder on the bathroom mirror last night so that I would run after work today. Knowing that it’s written on the mirror is somehow motivating to me, maybe because it’s a visible reminder of my commitment and my plan.
When I started running, it felt like my legs were waking up from a long sleep, and they weren’t terribly happy about it. I could almost hear them say, “Wha…? What’s happening? What do you think you’re doing to us?” I told them we were running, and that they may have forgotten, but they love this. I reminded them that some days, they take over and refuse to slow down even when I know we’re pushing too hard. They protested. They wanted to walk, “just for a little bit,” but today my brain and my will kept the upper hand. I was in control, and although I nearly gave in at the half-way point, I kept my resolve strong and ran until I reached my house.
We’ll do it again tomorrow, and eventually my legs will be fully awake and alive again. And we will run and run and run.