Spring has officially sprung in Seattle! The weather has been absolutely gorgeous all week and after the many months we’ve had of dark, gloomy, wet weather, this is a much welcomed break!! My little family has been taking walks after dinner together to soak up the sunshine and have some active time together before we put the kiddo to bed. It has been a nice change and one that I would like to continue with as the weather becomes consistently nicer.
So it’s been a couple of months since my last post, a pretty pissed off, telling post for me. I try not to get too emotional on the blog, I like to keep things light and to the point, but sometimes I just don’t really care and want to say what’s on my mind. Which brings me to today’s post…
I’ve been struggling for a couple of years now. And I’m SO TIRED of listening to myself talk about it, but I don’t know what to do about it anymore. My running and love of running has taken a serious hit. Since the kiddo’s birth I have been plagued with physical issues that have hindered or completely stopped me from running, and effected my daily way of life. From debilitating plantar fasciitis, to terrible hip pain, to cardiac concerns, to horrific acid reflux, I have had issues that have sidelined me for more time than I am happy with. I know we all need a break from things now and again to help us gain some perspective and appreciate our enthusiasm for it. But I’m afraid that my break has been too long for me to get back into it again.
I don’t have a lot of time to squeeze a run into my crazy ass weekly schedule, but the days that I have a spare moment to get a couple of miles in, I tend to defer to other things that need to be done around the house. Like that pile of laundry that needs to be tackled, or making dinner so we aren’t eating at 7pm, or cleaning up the disaster zone that is our home (a house with a toddler cannot POSSIBLY stay clean I’m convinced!). It’s the typical thing though, taking care of everyone before taking some time for myself. But that’s just me, I’m a people pleaser and don’t want to inconvenience anyone or throw a schedule off on my account.
Running begets running, that’s how it is for me.
Once I do it, I yearn for it.
I need to be out with the road passing under my feet, sweating, letting my mind wander, listening to my breath in sync with my footsteps.
I am finally (I think, crossing fingers) feeling good enough to run and follow a training schedule I’ve had planned out since January. I have races this year that I am running and with everything that has hindered my training, I am feeling wholly unprepared for the miles I have ahead of me. I have clearance (and encouragement!) from all the doctors I’ve been seeing to resume running.
I’m just scared. And I’m struggling. There is too much at stake if something goes wrong, and too much at stake not to invest in my health and mental well-being.