I've had a topic I've wanted to blog about for almost a month now, and it keeps getting sidelined. Plus I had a phenomenal visit with my big sister this week! It'll all have to wait til next week because today, I am just overwhelmed with joy and literally crying and have to shout out the rooftop of the Internets that I love running.
I've been gradually increasing my run intervals since I started back to (w)running at the beginning of February, and today I broke the one-minute interval of running - hooray! Today's run was 30 minutes at 2 minutes walking / 1 minute, 30 seconds running. If my left heel and right big toe continue to improve, next week I hope to bump that to 2:2 intervals.
Compared to the half marathons I've run and the marathon I ran (which admittedly was probably my poorest performance and worst-feeling race of all the races I've done) and the smaller road races, this is total peanuts. But compared to the August 16th-end of January, it's like an ultramarathon, with all the endorphins, sense of accomplishment, and pure joy that go along with it. (I assume. Ultramarathons, I can confidently say, are not in my future)
Running gets me outside when I otherwise wouldn't be out. This past week was gorgeous (thanks, Global Warming?) and this morning is right back to chilly weather. But oh man, the light blue February sky, the early morning sun peeking through Monet clouds, seeing the vast empty park and the other few hardy souls out running or walking, letting my mind go off leash and unplugged and wandering to the Brooklyn Half and someday, dammit, the NYC Marathon, and all the work it takes to get there, and the things I've done right in the past and the things I've done wrong, paying attention to my form, and just being so unbelievably grateful for my body and for what it's capable of and for what it's gone through and overcome and what it will accomplish.
When I got home and moved into my post-run routine of snack and stretch, I just started crying out of nowhere. Granted, a part of it is probably due to the fact that I had a terrible night's sleep last night, and bad sleep = quick tears for me every single time - but I really had just turned into a leaky faucet of thankfulness. I am so grateful to have gone from being in a cast to where I am now, even though where I ultimately want to be is far beyond where I currently am...if that makes sense. Having the ability to even just run 90 seconds at a time gives me an unbelievable well of hope.
There is a lot to be frightened of and angry about at this moment in our world and our country, and that's all the more reason to move deeper toward what brings you satisfaction and joy. If you have something that makes you feel this way, go to it today. If you don't, go exploring and find something. I suggest going for a run.