Last December I took a break from running. Not because I was tired of it, or injured, but after hitting 800 miles I knew I needed a break.
Then in January, I moved, and that was sort of hectic. I also didn’t have reliable internet for about a week and a half, so that whole time I was driving to a few different coffee shops to work, which ate up a lot of time.
It’s so weird – I remember what it felt like in early January. I was sluggish, my legs just didn’t want to go, my heart was heavy. I even felt like, what if I never get back into running?
Now here I am, in mid February. Three weeks of 20 miles a week. I got an email that I got a lottery entry for the Broad Street run in Philadelphia. I got some new running shirts coming in the mail. I ran four miles with a friend a few weekends ago, then ran three miles home on the road. I ran and saw buffalo last weekend.
Yeah, I think I’m back.