Forgive me, asphalt, for I have sinned. It has been 2 months- to the day- since my last run.
*I couldn't sleep at 5am this morning.
*I was researching marathon training plans for an amazing runner I'm mentoring through the Chicago Marathon.
*There are 16 weeks - to the day - before the Turkey Trot 1/2 Marathon I've run the last two years.
*I looked pretty pregnant in a summer dress I wore to dinner last night.
*I am NOT pregnant!!
So I opened that drawer in my dresser that holds all the running gear. And, like an addict gorging myself on my drug of choice, I put on my best stuff: DNation shirt, calf sleeves, $20 socks, RoadID, $50 bra.
The run was amazing. I mean, my pace sucked, and I walked 2/3 of it. But I changed up my form completely to focus on breathing completely into my toes, and pointing my shoulders to the trees instead of the sidewalk. I thought about all the things I've been learning through yoga over the last 2 weeks to bring energy into my body instead of burn it off. Inhale Qi, Exhale the Past. Create heat. I sweat.
And snuck back into the house, and back into bed, and slept for 2 more hours. It was delicious.