And sometimes she runs…
7.61 miles today. I’m building slow, but I AM building.
I ran the first 4.5 alone and the rest with a dear friend (who will only know she ran more than 3 if she reads this!! Ha!).
As I train to run a marathon to celebrate turning 40, I realize just how much I’m not in my 20’s anymore. I mean really. It’s harder. But, I would argue that it makes it even better. The accomplishment feels larger. The feat of even each training run feels like something to be a little more thankful for than in years past.
Not that 40 is old (it’s the new 20, right?!)…but don’t ya’all start looking around and really understand that the things our bodies can do are a huge blessing? I don’t take things for granted as much as I did when I was younger. Life starts feeling more precious as the years pass. I get more than ever that I am part of that funny statistic: that 10 out of 10 people will die. Morbid? I don’t think so. Just reality. And a reality check. A call to action, if you will….
Are you living your best life? Are you numbing out and missing life? Are you pushing yourself enough even to feel alive and that you CAN do stuff and you CAN accomplish cool things you dream about and you CAN inspire other people?
These are the things I think about when I run. What an awesome gift to be able to lace up, push myself past places I’ve been and come back better for it.
What’s your thing? Is it running? Is it hitting the gym? Maybe it’s knitting. We all have our thing. What’s yours? Maybe you need to find it ❤️