Today I treated myself to a new running top. Frankly I was knackered this afternoon and couldn’t think of anything worse really than going out in the drizzle with the beginner’s running club.
I’ve been chatting about this recently with a couple of girlfriends. I know I enjoy the feeling when I get back from a run – there’s a deeper peace somehow – but I couldn’t honestly say that I enjoy the process. Is running something that I can do as part of my year of enjoyment & pleasure or is it another ‘should’ I have been wondering.
I decided to get dressed for running this evening. There’s something about putting on that ‘armour’ of the ronhills and trainer socks, carefully attending to the stitched ‘L’ & ‘R’ (I didn’t even know these existed until I started the course ten weeks ago). The ritual of preparing myself and remembering all the inspirational women on the This Girl Can campaign. I put on my new top and found that it really glowed in the dusk under the street lamps. It made me smile thinking about myself as ‘day-glo girl’ with shiny super powers including looking awesome while running!
I made it up the biggest hill in our town without stopping today, and then ran a continuous 2 miles home. Maybe there is a bit of day-glo girl in me after all. I’m still not sure whether running counts as pleasure or enjoyment though!