That was amazing.
After 90 minutes of mental tug-of-war, I finally laced up and darted down the driveway.
- Do I really want to run this morning?
- Maybe I’m over this running thing and on to something else?
- Do I even miss running?
- Why should I run with a breakfast sandwich and a cup of coffee calling my name?
- Is your shin ready for this?
During the first hundred strides these thoughts persisted, but vanished in almost an instant as I rounded a familiar bend in the road and the filtered sun hit my pale face. Actually, my very pale face. Taking over a month off of running in Spring has kept my complexion in mid-February form. For me, this is pale on pale. Don’t even get me started on my legs – literally blinding!
OK, back on track… those questionable thoughts evaporated.
As I approached the neighborhood landmark commemorating the first mile – an elaborate Packer helmet mailbox – I performed a sort of system check.
Brain… Feeling clearer and more certain.
Back… Sweet! Thanks for asking.
Quads & hammies… All good friend 🙂
Left shin… Feeling OK… or not? Oh, sure I feel fine. Wait a minute, is that Mr. Stress Fracture? Nope that’s your brain playing a trick. Good enough. Keep going!
After thanking my shin for this extensively confusing progress report and final acknowledgement to march on, I did just that.
I completed the 2.2 mile neighborhood lap and prepped for a quick check-in on the boys to make sure there were no fires or pile drivers. To my utter surprise, the only thing that broke out was a civil and scary calm game of Monopoly.
Cool… I can keep running!
- Yes, I want to be running this morning.
- No, I’m totally not over this running thing…not even close!
- I have missed you, my friend.
- That breakfast sandwich and coffee are going to be awesome after a few more miles.
- And my shin is reporting positive feedback.
Three more mind-cleansing miles in beautiful conditions ensued. Well, my mind likely manifested the beauty. It was technically pretty nice outside for a run, but to me, it couldn’t have been more pristine.
In the midst of those three miles, the Monopoly game ended in favor of a living room brawl, a toy tornado of some sort passed through, and they discovered a treasure on Amazon that just had to be purchased.
Here’s the negotiation…
Sam – “It’s only $4.84.”
Me – “How much is shipping?”
Sam – “Only $5.26.”
Me – “That’s crazy, but let’s order it. You’re lucky you caught me right after running.”
Sam – “Really? When do I need to pay you back?”
Me – “Don’t worry about it. I’ll pay for it. You know, Sam, after I run everything in the world is perfect.”
Sam – “But it really isn’t Dad… you know that, right?”
Me – “I know, but it sure feels like it. Do you ever feel like that after you run at school?”
Sam – “Nope. Thanks Dad!”
Maybe someday he will. But I sure hope he forgets about this specific moment when he’s 16 and wants a car. If he catches me post run, it will be an easy negotiation.
I didn’t fully realize it until living it again… this was the moment that was missing for the last month.
I’m me again.
Here’s the final three-point assessment of my return to running:
Physically… feeling strong and still a pale hue.
Fiscally… $10.10 poorer.
Mentally… 10x richer and feeling truly amazing!
Check out what Captain Henry and I are up to on May 22nd @ Lambeau Field!!! If all continues to go well over the next few weeks, we’re still going to take on this adventure. Your support is appreciated! 🙂