Towards the end of last year, I blogged about how hard I was finding the fitness stuff. How life stuff was getting in the way and I couldn’t find my energy. I wondered if it has left me for good. The desire, the ability, the need.
I made promises to myself. I broke them all.
I have been running.
Not far. Not far at all. I didn’t measure it. That was just too big and scary.
I have had my running shoes on my feet.
I moved my body. I felt the familiar rhythm of the run.
It was hard.
I ached, after just a short distance. A mixture of feelings. Elation that I did. Sadness about how far I am from the girl that was, this time last year, training for a half marathon.
I’m not the person that I was. But it is still there. Somewhere. Underneath. I could feel it.
Ready to be reborn.