I had a twinge of sadness when I turned on the news this morning and saw footage of the 5th annual Brooksie half marathon. Runners were coming in, and the weather was perfect – cool and clear, leaves glowing in the early morning sunshine. I trained for the first annual Brooksie (named after the deceased son of our county executive). I over trained and ended up with a stress fracture in my foot that prevented me from running it. And I haven’t run since.
Apparently time has gotten away from me. I had no idea so many years have passed. This is the 5th annual run. That means I haven’t run in four years? How can that be? Four years? No way!
I watch runners as I drive back and forth to work or to the grocery store. I think nostalgically of my own running days. My running friends. But then I don’t put the shoes on, don’t head out the door. This weekend is a perfect example. Both mornings were beautiful. Perfect. Did not move from the sofa.
And then this morning, while sitting on the sofa, I read Heather’s blog, a post where she took us on her four mile run. It looked so much like my own favorite neighborhood four mile route. Sort of inspiring…don’t you think. Should I head out? Really? Maybe not all four miles, not right away.