I remember when running was easy and fun. Okay, maybe not so easy at mile 17+ but the shorter runs were a breeze. At least that’s how I remember it now.
To think that it’s been 7 years since I quit running boggles my mind. When I lace up my shoes, and pull my hair back into a ponytail, it feels natural — like I never gave it up. But once I begin the run, I feel the difference. It’s not free and easy; it’s downright HARD.
When come around the corner to see the deer feeding in the open field, or watch the cotton-tailed rabbits hopping into the nearby bush, I sometimes stop and take it in. Sure, it’s an excuse to stop. But it’s also reason to smile.
It’s cool knowing that I would not see these things if I wasn’t running past at that moment. And when I resume my run, I’m feeling just a little better — although it is still not at all comfortable.