Shin splints

Body, you are trying to tell me something

When I rush it, guns blazing

You complain.

You are teaching me

Pace, gentleness

Time, spaciousness

Bones, you are taking your own sweet time to strengthen

Just like my heart, my mind

Recovery and rest hand in hand

Day-glo girl

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!

The backdrop in numbers

Thirteen A grades

One BSc (Hons) first class

Nine months of work before leaving my first career

Two children

Two episodes of postpartum psychosis

Ten sessions of ECT

I’ve lost count of episodes of anxiety and depression

225mg Venlafaxine, 5mg Aripiprazole

39 years on the planet

Half a life-changing pizza…