Boy, do I miss running

Boy, do I miss running....

I miss lacing up, heading out and taking in the surroundings with all my senses. I miss feeling the strength in my legs to carry me miles away from trouble and loneliness. I miss the completeness in my soul after carving out time for just me and my thoughts.

My life is constantly changing and never boring and maybe that is what I miss the most about running; the consistency and knowing it was there waiting for me. There are times when I beat myself up and tell myself that I am not a real runner because I lack the dedication that others do. I am not waking at 4 a.m. so I can hammer out a few miles before heading into work. I was logging 20+ mile weeks in the spring and I have managed to only eke out 3 miles here and 3 miles there as of late.

It isn't only my body that misses running, but my soul. I ache when I see others on the trail or going through old photos I snapped with my phone while pounding the pavement. My mind, body and soul are grieving over the loss of running. However this is a love that can be rekindled. I intend to woo my feet with a new pair of shoes and caress my body with new clothes.

Even if I am not married to running, I certainly intend to win back that love. It will be a love affair to end all others.