This morning I ran for the first time since my marathon three years ago. One reason that I didn’t keep up with running is because I had my third child. Another reason is because I didn’t own a pair of running shoes. My marathon shoes were dead. Our budget has been tight, so I didn’t feel like I could justify buying a new pair of shoes.
My mom asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I asked for a gift card to Academy. On Saturday I got to pick out a brand new pair of shoes. I was so excited about my new shoes that I wore them around the house Saturday evening.
When I woke up this morning my shoes were begging me to take them for a run. I couldn’t wait to run on the new sidewalks that connect to my small neighborhood.
I loved getting to run on these new wide sidewalks. I listened to a podcast while I slowly woke up those running muscles. At 11 minutes out I was in pain, so I turned back and headed home. When I got back to my driveway I had that familiar feeling of nausea. That churning in my stomach always reminds me of the first practice in cross country and track after a long school break. Instead of leaning over the grass next to the track, I walked in and joined my family with a cup of coffee.
I can’t wait to run that sidewalk again and build up my pace and endurance. I’d love to run a half marathon, but we don’t have a lot of free time to put towards the training. In the mean time I will be happy with a few miles.
