Two weeks ago I began the Sun Run Training Program as a way to get back into shape after gaining a whopping 50 pounds with my second pregnancy. What I know about myself is that I need people (other than myself) to whom I am accountable for showing up and following through on a fitness plan. Perhaps this is why I mostly played team sports growing up. Do I want to do a 10K race particularly? No. Do I think I can do it? Absolutely. I have never doubted my ability to train and do most things, I have just never had the desire. It won't be easy, especially 5 months after giving birth, but I am ready and looking forward to the challenge.
So along comes Saturday. Week 2, run 2 of 3 this week. Marc had taken Kai out for a long bike ride and I packed up Nico in the stroller and set out for what should be a pretty easy, short run. I had not been in a good mental space for a few days, as I left my beloved camera in a taxi and obstacles kept stepping in my way of attending Mama Gena's Mastery Course. I had just been Facebook conversing with some girlfriends who were sharing so many successes, and I was SO proud of them. Yet it just made me feel like I was stuck and could not find a way through the walls that kept appearing in front of me. So let's just say I was heading out on this run low on juice. It was a very chilly winter day and the chill in my bones made me feel fresh instead of frozen. As I headed towards a new neighbourhood, I actually started noticing interesting sights - like the cute little corner play area with benches, trees and a sandbox. A great place to rest for future walks with my little ones. Then I started finding that my mind was processing and slowing finding ways around the walls that had me 'stuck', without my focus on them at all. About two-thirds of the way through the run I noticed that I had started trying to figure out how I was going to get these runs in when I had to go back to work after my maternity leave. WHAT?!? Somehow my brain had decided that I was enjoying running enough that, without my willing it to, it was working out a future running plan?
For the rest of my run I truly began to see the shift in myself. Running felt good. I was out of my funk and starting to see possibilities where they never before existed. I was appreciating the wonderful life I had that my entire family was out enjoying activity on this brisk day and would all return home refreshed. When I returned home and was about to step in the shower, I saw a glimpse in the mirror of my pre-pregnancy body. I was the same woman who left for a run an hour earlier, but who returned home to see a new version of herself. Zen and the art of running...
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