May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
-Irish Blessing
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Still Running
Last year around this time I wrote this about running. I had started running again post-Eli for many reasons. To boost my mood with endorphins and to lose my pregnancy weight as quickly as possible, it also gave me a breather (so to speak) from my life for just a brief while. Just a few weeks ago I began running again. For anyone who is a Fringe fan (tv show) you will get this reference, but it seems like I'm on a parallel timeline. Things are the same yet different. The people are the same but the circumstances and outcomes are shifted. This time I really run for one reason which is absurd in a way. I am running to get back there, to where I was a year ago. Not emotionally, mind you, physically. Running last year made me strong, inside and out. My body toned up as much as it could after having five children via five c-sections. Add one more and again I find myself in need of strength and stamina. My physical efforts via the Shred and running last summer brought me into this pregnancy mentally and physically strong. So much so that I ran a 5k and finished a personal best while eight weeks pregnant! I continued easy running and jogging into my fifth month when I switched to walking and pilates for the remainder of the pregnancy. I missed running. Especially the three days a week when I watched my husband close the door and head out for his morning run. It really smarted for the six weeks after having this precious baby to not be able to do any physical exercise but walking. I could not have been more ready for the six week mark. For me the outer physique and inner physique go hand in hand. When my body is strong my mind feels stronger. So I still run. It's not as fun or as easy as I remember but the sense of accomplishment after each mile completed is definitely as profound and rewarding. This is just one of Eli's gifts to me. He taught me that I am stronger than I ever imagined, even after finding life again after losing Wyatt. Perhaps I'm trying to get closer to him, who knows, so I'm still running. . .
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I'm ready to run again. I'm in no rush to get this baby out, of course, but I need to run. I'm getting anxious.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to see I'm not the only one!
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