Last fall, I started running with my neighbor. I was posting about doing the c25k program. Well, my neighbor and I never finished the program. We stopped at week 6, because Handsome became very ill and doctors told us we were looking at days, weeks at the most before he past away. While doing the c25k program, I was doing it! But I wasn't loving it. I wasn't getting that "runner's high" everyone talks about. I couldn't find my "runner's groove." I was doing it for weight loss, simple as that.
But when my son past away, I started running again.I would find myself upset, thinking about Handsome passing or the hard life he had and I'd get up and run. And I learned what a runner's high was. I found my groove. I fell in love with running.
Writing and music have always been my therapy. I'd sing at the top of my lungs to work out frustrations or I'd journal about inner conflicts. But losing Handsome has been so much more then a few frustrations or inner conflicts. It's been excruciating pain, unbearable sadness, anger.... Running has helped me work through some of it.
This past Saturday, my friends Cindy and Sarah joined me on my first 5k, the color run in Nashville, TN.
We stopped at each color station to take a picture. This was yellow!
Orange Station.
Pink Station!
BLUE!
About to cross the finish line...
And we are officially color runners, now!
Some of the most fun I've had in a long time I'm anxious for the next one.
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