I’ve been on a running hiatus, and I don’t have an excuse. That may not be completely true. I’ve been learning to balance a hectic work schedule, happy dogs, and my pet project, the farm. Being pregnant has been a delightful distraction from the guilt of not running. But after this past weekend, I just had to find the time to get back out there.
Ragnar Relay New England took place Friday and Saturday and my husband, his friends and my sister banded together to conquer the 190+ mile challenge. I volunteered at an exchange and had a great time, but felt slightly tortured to see teams welcoming their brave runners and sending off the next. I wanted to be them. I cheered everyone along, but it was a struggle not to be a little sad about missing such an incredible experience. They would bond over the difficult hills, the overnight running, and even pooping in the woods.
As they celebrated the end of the race their wary smiles left me with the desire to get back out there. So today, I finally did it. I was in Miami for work and had a rare hour to myself. At 7:00 a.m. I set out along the board walk of Miami Beach. About half way in I worked up the courage to run, with a promise to myself that I would just do 1 to 2 minutes at a time so that I didn’t over do it. After 30 minutes I was back at my hotel feeling pretty proud of myself. The distance and pace were nothing to brag about, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I ran a bit, and I can’t wait to do it again.
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