After proclaiming a few weeks ago that I was "done with running", I rekindled my very slow jogging career today.
I ran a little race with my friend Amy this morning. It was cold. Coooold. And windy. Winnnndy. When my alarm went off this morning, all I could think about was how warm and cozy my bed was. But I got up anyway. I regretted it when I walked out to my car and felt the whipping wind. But I still went. And then when Amy and I got out of the car at the race, I regretted signing up again. It was cold. And windy. Did I mention that? And I kept thinking "I hate running."
And I do hate running when I think about doing it. But then once I get started, I love it. I like pounding the pavement (very, very slowly) and clearing my mind. I just get to think. No music. Nobody asking me for anything. No talking. Just my thoughts and me.
Towards the end of the race, I spotted Ben and the kids. They were cheering for me and excited to see me. It was pretty darn cute. I grabbed Eli's hand and told him to run the rest of the race with me.
He was so excited. He loved it. And I loved getting to cross the finish line with him.
I'm a lucky momma.