Body, you are trying to tell me something
When I rush it, guns blazing
You are teaching me
Bones, you are taking your own sweet time to strengthen
Just like my heart, my mind
Recovery and rest hand in hand
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!
Thirteen A grades
One BSc (Hons) first class
Nine months of work before leaving my first career
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…