Running For My Life...
Saturday was the first day since April since I've gone for a run. Last year I spent the better part of it running and trying to improve my times. Last summer I noticed a "slow down" in my pace/times. I thought it was the heat with humidity or possibly me just being tired, older, pre-menopausal or something else. Not sure why this was happening I kept on going, but my times never really improved. they didn't fall considerably each time either but by winter I noticed a difference. So this Spring I thought would be better, and well, it wasn't. I felt as if I HAD to run for my life I would not make it. I summed it up to my work schedule plus the above things and decided that those times would never be what they were. I was saddened by this thought. I always ran because I loved it. It was my Prozac. The endorphins, the challenge of a better time, and the health benefits. I was running for my life. Running to stay healthy and feeling good. Then Covid hit and the lock-do...