Tuesday night I ran.
Duh, what's new? I am a runner after all. I covered six miles in 52:39. That's a pretty good clip for pokey ole me. Just one of those runs where you are totally "on" and feeling it. Every footfall I felt stronger. Every breath I pushed harder.
Is is taper energy?
Is it the flax seed I put in my oatmeal and on my peanut butter sam?
Is it the Hundred Pushup Program I'm starting (again)?
Is it the two hot yoga classes I attended on Monday?
Is it the fact that Eddy wrote on my wall "U R awesome."?
Maybe like y'all have been saying all along, I am stronger than I think. Maybe I will be okay. Yeah.
For the first time in nearly a year I'm feeling strong and bold. My mojo is coming back.
And it's nice.
As Beyonce sings, Who Run the World? Girls! Who run this mother? Girls!
Watch out world, this running girl is back!