It has been 6 (maybe more) months since I have run.

It has been 6 (maybe more) months since I have done any real exercise really.

I mean, we moved – that’s exercise! All that lifting and packing!  And we walk the dogs. Granted we go at 3 year old pace . . . but it is still something.

Plus, I am a tall girl, so the weight usually seems to tuck itself in well.

And, there was nothing better than cracking open a strong bow after mucking out the coop, or walking up the path,  . . . or making dinner?

and then walking up the path got really hard .  Really, really hard. Like breaking a sweat and gasping for breath hard.

And, trust me, this is not a long path!

Alas, too many strongbow. And too much dinner.

I have been back on the fitness train for a few weeks and today, for the first time in a long time, I ran.

I was dreading the lung burn, and the ankle quiver. I was worried about slipping on all the sweat.

I plugged myself in, popped on a playlist, and ran.

And I ran, and I ran. And then I ran some more.

And I think running, when you do it, is akin to all the other blissful things in the world. I also understand that if you don’t run it is damn close to having acid poured into your lungs and your feet skinned.

But I run.

At one point my glazed eyes focused, and my mind returned. I saw the fellow across from me checking me out.

Well,  not ME . . . trust me he wasn’t checking out the mama body,  just my bloody ridiculous smile.

I know, what kind of idiot runs and then smiles while they are doing it?

And, I wasn’t just smiling. I was BEAMING.

I was in that special place runners get to where my body was listening. It was happy.

I looked like an idiot . . . and true, sweaty, red faced idiot . . . but damn did it feel good.

Sun Run anyone?