I haven’t run since last Saturday.
It’s been 7 days since I’ve laced up my shoes and hit the pavement. I last ran at the Rock the Parkway Half Marathon last Saturday. It wasn’t a great race for me. It didn’t go as planned. I had a lot of feelings and emotions about lots of things that all came to a head during and after the half.
I decided I needed a bit of a break from running. I needed to sort out some thoughts, figure some stuff out, and I knew my running shoes would be there for me, waiting. I’m about to head out for a run. My first run in a week. I’m excited to head out for a run.
Running is patient, and I am learning to be patient with myself. As so many things change in my life, I know running will always be there for me, fast or slow, long or short, 30 miles a week or 10.