I had always identified as a runner.
It was sort of an unintentional, cold turkey decision. One day I woke up and decided I needed a change. I was tired of having injury flareups and didn’t feel the same usual calling to go out for a run. It was like suddenly that large piece of me had left and I was okay with it.
For the past year or so, the extent of my running has been running through the rain with my 2-1/2 year old nephew. Or scurrying through a sketchy parking lot (not that I often find myself in a sketchy parking lot, just so you know.) You get the picture.
My weekly activities have mostly consisted of…
- Upper and Lower Body Strength Training
I’ve loved it. Every delicious moment of it. HIIT gets my heart pumping. It makes me feel powerful…like an athlete. Strength training has made me realize that I’m stronger than I think. I feel well rounded. In better physical shape than when I was at the peak of my running mileage.
I woke up one morning and realized that something was missing. I started to envy the runners on the side of the road, up at the break of dawn. I missed that feeling of training for something big. I longed for that sense of camaraderie that one feels at a local race or in a simple wave from a fellow runner.
My heart says I’m a runner.
Here I am.
Back at it.