I can't seem to put my finger on it. I know I love running. I know I love the feeling I get after a great work out. I am finding time to myself when the baby is sleeping, or when the husband is home on a Sunday afternoon. So why amd I not running?
Is building up my strength just too overwhelming of a goal? Or maybe it's that I know I want to be pregnant again so why start something I can't see through to completion? Perhaps it's the idea that spending time on me is just too selfish. Or is it everything?
When I first started running in college, I wanted to complete one lap around the track. Then I dared to dream and wanted to run four laps, one full mile. Some may scoff at running just one mile, but I remember when that was a huge challenge for me. It took me four years until I was ready to enter a race and run a 5k. I feel like I'm back at that place. I'm at square one and wanting to run one lap, one mile, one 5k. Yet, maybe this isn't square one. I have the experience of doing it all before. I know so much more about my body and what I like to do that maybe this shouldn't be as daunting. I know that I love having a GPS on to track my progress. I know what tired vs. exhausted feels like. So maybe I shouldn't think of this as being overwhelming. I just need to do it.
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