I am running again. Truly running again.....and sometimes while I run, I cry. They are tears of joy, but it is a good thing that I run alone because I am sure that isn't much fun to run with....and I probably look like a crazy person to passers by when I forget my sunglasses (like yesterday) and you can see tears on my cheeks.
I ran 7 miles yesterday. The last time I reached this distance was during the run I injured myself on. It was October 18, 2009.
The best part is that I am okay. I am sore today, but I feel great and much better than I have ever felt running before. My times are not what they once were (9 mile per hour average yesterday), but I am taking it easy and not trying to push myself. It will come with time.
Yesterday during my run, my music turned off after the first mile because I am awesome and I forget to charge anything that requires charging. Technology and I are not friends.
It was surprisingly ok, though. I really enjoyed just taking everything in as I ran and observing parts of my neighborhood that I don't really get to appreciate when I am in my car. It was also nice just to spend an hour in my own head. Running has always been such a release for me emotionally and mentally. I think this is why I prefer to be a 'lone runner'.
Manfriend and I are practicing for a triathlon. I don't know if I will be able to do the one that we had planned on, but we are swimming together nonetheless.
