i am trying to get back into running. i wish i didn't have to try. i wish it was more like "i decided to start running again and am a total pro." but then of course i suppose i would miss out on that conquering feeling that i so love.
the other evening as i was running near our neighborhood i was thinking how much running seems to correlate with life. i have always had a habit when i run that if i feel like i am going to die and i just can't run anymore, i look up ahead and find a focal point and that becomes my "just to there" mark. when i get there if i'm still having that feeling i look ahead again and set another destination. sometimes it only takes a few rounds of this game before the exhaustion is subsided. sometimes it takes a handful. but all the same if i set my goal little by little i can keep going. and once i reach the overcoming point i can enjoy myself again. i can focus on the wind in my hair and the feel of my pulsing adrenaline.
i feel like that's how life can be. we hit hard times and just think "if i can just make it out of this than _______________." and bit by bit we muddle through. and even though we get to points that we can hardly see a way through, if we keep persisting we find that we can and there is usually something wonderful and unexpected waiting on the other side.
and one reason why i appreciate running even more now that i'm a mom: quiet time.