A Running Mom

My plans for running 3 times last week as an effort to keep at bay the possibility of any extra turkey/pie/yummy food poundage was completely outweighed — lol — by my absolute need to chat with my peeps. My family. My nephews. Nieces. Brothers. Sisters. Children. MOM. There were 60 of us after all! But the combination of late nights, a few beers, and a ton of catching up with family, kept me away from my shoes. They sat in the corner and laughed at me.  

So? Tomorrow is the day. The kids go back to school and I get to run! Whenever I want (sort of)!  I can’t wait for that feeling… you know the one… you’re running after days of inactivity. You feel fabulous because you’re all rested without any muscle soreness from any recent workouts. You’re antsy to get out because you’re full of extra energy from all the imbibing. You feel guilty from all the imbibing. You can’t wait to feel tired and exhausted. You feel like you can run forever. So you run longer than you ought. Your mind starts to slough off all the nonsense from days of lethargy. Your head starts spitting out great ideas. You start thinking clearly. Peacefully. You just breathe deeply and sweat. And sweat.

Yeah. That run. I can’t wait.

Today I feel like yuck. Tomorrow I’ll be back.

So think of me. Tomorrow. It’s gonna be good.

May your next run be a good one.

Rebecca