I got the okay to start running outdoors/start using my shoulder about a month ago. I’ve been going to Body Pump and Body Combat, but I had yet to run outside.
Why? It’s simple - I was terrified.
I was scared it would hurt. I was scared I had lost my base. I was scared my new shoes weren’t going to work. I was scared to fail.
It was a beautiful crisp day in Ottawa yesterday. I arrived home with plans to go to spin class, but one glimpse of Jersey’s “walk me, bitch” face I decided to go out for my first outdoor run since my bike accident.
She really has mastered that look, hasn’t she?
I laced up my trusty new shoes and hit the road, dog in tow.
I figured what better place to run, than the very trail where I had my accident.
I told myself that I only had to run for 20 mins. If I made it that long I could consider it a success. But it was surprisingly easy.
I was in a groove. I was smiling. I was RUNNING.
What a gorgeous trail eh?
When all was said and done, I ran for 57 mins.
I was so happy. Thrilled even. I was amazed and admittedly super proud of myself. I guess all my spinning/treadmill running during my injury really kept my fitness level up.
Thank goodness running also cures doggie depression.
Right there, that’s the smile of one happy golden retriever.
…accompanied by the smile of one freakin’ happy RUNNER.