Before the craziness started, I was back into my running routine. It's a routine I love having. When I run, I clear my mind and I feel physically and mentally healthy.
I had even started tossing around the idea of running a marathon. Yup, the full 26.2. I've run two half marathons, and loved them both.
But now, I feel as though I am back in square one again. It's been almost 2 weeks since I have tied up my tennis shoes and frolicked along my favorite route.
I've been singing the blues. My garmin stares at me each morning and it makes me depressed.
And what's worse? I feel bad blaming time for my reason of not running. You have to make time. And I just haven't.
So... this is my letter to myself. I am getting back into it. And... I am going to start re-considering the 26.2 idea. I am also tossing around the idea of running another half in October.
Lately, I have been seeing running for what it really is. A gift. Some people will never be able to - and here I have two legs that can carry me around. I need to use them!
Please tell me these 'exercise droughts' happen to you, too?? I'm getting my butt back in gear... today.
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