Yesterday, after voting, I went to the gym to run on the treadmill. I ran 3 1/2 miles.
And it felt pretty darn good.
Since the St. George marathon, I have not run AT ALL. I know. I took the first week off to recover, then my hubby went out of town, then I was being lazy and not getting out of bed in the morning, and excuses....excuses.....
Needless to say, I lost the drive.
So, long story short, I was feeling like CRAP! I was tired ALL the time, achey, sick, getting headaches, cramping, and for some reason every single pair of my jeans had shrunk. And my scale went all skiwampus and told me I had gained 10 pounds, which can't be for real! And not to mention the emotional effect. I was a total basket case! My poor family. Words cannot describe the insanity that my body went through. So, I thought, well, it can't be that I've been totally lazy and worthless for a month, there must be something wrong with me.
So, I took a pregnancy test......
I thought I'd scroll down for effect, just to get a reaction. Did you think I was pregnant? Did you? Well, the pregnancy test was negative. As I knew it would be. Sorry to disappoint.
The only thing I'm pregnant with is a huge amount of food and no exercise.
So, if I'm not pregnant, then the only common denominator of all this craziness is me NOT running.
I had no idea running did so much good for me, until I stopped. So I made some plans.
First, I'm going to get together a little fun run Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving morning. I haven't decided a route yet. Last year, we ran from Fruit Height up to the Bountiful Temple. It was fun, and that hill is the MOTHER of all hills.
So, if you're in No. UT, and are around on Thanksgiving morning, come join us! I'll post more details later.
Also, I decided to run the Painter's half marathon again. I did it last year. It was my first half, and the hedgeway into my passion of running.
So, I decided I better get back into it. Saturday, I met up with some of my running buddies. I was planning on just going 6 miles, because after not running for a month, I thought I better start slow. I ended up doing 11 miles. And it was hard, and I walked alot.
I wish I could say I felt great afterward, but I didn't. I was exhausted.
But I'm glad I went, and got started up again.
So, today, I'm thankful that I can run, and for all the postive effects it has on my life.