This is the story of how running entered and left my life in the time span of a blurp. Or blip. Whatever floats your boat.
For the first few weeks we completely stuck to our plan. Twice a week, following the couch to 5k on Mondays and Wednesdays after work. I had cute sneakers, a sports bra (which let me tell you, for those boobally impaired out there, don't listen to them, a sports bra is completely useless when a yoga top does the job!) and a partner. Sure, it never ever made me happy, and I usually hated every second of it, and I was super tense and stiff afterwards, but I was doing it! I think we made it to week three. At least, we made it to the point where we ran for three minutes straight intervals, I was stoked!
And then the heat hit. Every day was high humidity, our apartment never got below 30 degrees (even at night) and the thought of running in that heat made me nauseous. So we took a break for three weeks.
Then August hit and I started the synthetic baby repellent. It was like being hit by a truck. I was exhausted every day, didn't even want to get out of bed and I was ridiculously angry at everyone including myself. My IBS resurfaced so that every meal was a painful experience. I stopped caring and even my yoga practice petered out to almost nothing. I was as close as I can imagine being clinically depressed would be like. Running? Yeah right.
The first day of 'no pill week' was almost shocking. It was like a huge heavy emotional and physical blanket was lifted and I was *myself* again.
(Lawrencetown Beach a few weeks ago right before a rain storm. Interestingly enough, this area 45minutes away from Halifax is internationally renown for 'cold surfing' due to the waves from our hurricane season. It was gorgeous and quiet)
Tonight it's down pouring with fantastic thunder and lightening... so no running. I haven't totally given up on running, it still has a place in my life and I feel like Fall might be good timing. I love that it's free, that it will force us to be outside in the park at least twice a week and that it's so good for my heart rate.
But I don't think I'll ever be a Runner, capital 'R'.
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