Today marked the “graduation” from my “learn to run” program 🙄. Let’s be honest, I’ve been hitting the pavement for over a decade. This wasn’t about learning to run; it was about a serious case of “re-igniting the fire” 🔥. It was about rediscovering that sweet spot between consistency and pushing my limits.
This morning, my inner voice was whispering doubts. “Meh, maybe tomorrow,” it mumbled. But then, I laced up my kicks, cued up my epic playlist, and hit that “start” button. My watch? Tucked away for the duration. Today was all about the rhythm, the feel of the pavement beneath my feet, and the symphony of my breath.
Then, the unexpected happened! 👟 My shoelace decided to play a game of “catch me if you can.” Instead of panicking, I stopped, tied the knot, and kept moving—no drama, just a quick adjustment and back to the beat.
The course itself was a bit of a rollercoaster – a steady climb for a good chunk, followed by a glorious downhill whoosh. I focused on my stride, my breath, and the feeling of pure joy as I conquered that incline.
And the verdict? ⏱️ 28:47! I was seriously grinning like a Cheshire cat. Could I have shaved a few seconds off? Absolutely. But that wasn’t the point. This wasn’t about racing; it was about celebrating the journey, the freedom, and the sheer joy of running.
I get to run. I choose to run. And I absolutely, undeniably, love it. ❤️”