This weekend, I’m headed to Albuquerque to run my first race since 2018… here we go Duke City Half Marathon!
On one hand, it’s felt really good to get moving again. After Rhys was born, all my physical activities, sports, and exercise came to a total halt, and with the pandemic and baby-juggling, that went on for almost two more years.
At the same time, a lot of my training runs- especially in the middle- we’re a bit tough. I was surprised and disappointed with my own running pace and mile times. I know I’m a little bit older now, but I wasn’t expecting 30 to be such a cliff!
I’ve seen a lot of people share about body acceptance during this season and while my experience is a totally different context, I’ve had to be more intentional about reminding myself that it’s totally fine and to-be-expected if I’m just slower now.
Older is older, and I’m not starting each run with as much rest as I used to before kids. Plus I did a bulk of this training in the summer heat, and I used to avoid that at all costs.
End of the day, I’m just thankful to have some legs that can still carry me 13.1 miles, and just enough space in my life to keep that up. They’re the same legs that chase a two year old, and I’m happy to have them.
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