This past weekend I got to something really awesome, something that I’ve been wanting to do for a while. I went for a run! That’s right, my foot was good enough to make it about 2/3 of a mile. I was so excited. It wasn’t perfect, but it was much better. I could have even gone further, but I knew I should push it.
Today it’s feeling really good and I’m hoping to hit the roads for at least 1.5 miles this weekend. My daughter even stepped on it this morning and was not immediately met with a howl of pain. I think she was a tad shocked that I didn’t scream as she’s been admonished quite a bit this past month to look out for Mommy’s foot.
With the cold weather really setting in up here the motivation does begin to waiver. I don’t find it easy to force myself out of my warm and cozy bed in the dark knowing full well that the morning air is a tad brisk this time of year so I need to get back into the swing of those runs again before I forget exactly how much I love that running high.
I’m still working on that morning running buddy to help provide that extra incentive. I know she’s out there somewhere just waiting for someone to run with too.