Celebrating 10k
Today I ran 10km.🏃🏾♀️🏃🏾♀️
This may be your regular old Sunday workout, but for me, it's a first. A week before my birthday this summer I set the goal to run 10k. With a lot going on in the world that was out of my control, I felt it would be nice to get into a routine, to work towards something. And so, to my own disbelief, since July my glass full has been running. Very slowly, but still running.
I've felt disconnected from my body for many years. We've had a tumultuous relationship for most of my life, but this sense of disconnection felt like a real block.
Running brought me back to my body. It taught me to listen to her, to trust her, to re-learn her language. Running became a meditation and a spiritual practice. Every time I'd stretch it was an act of love. When I'd take a week of rest during my cycle, it was a loving message whispered, "I hear you". When I'd check in asking "can this be pushed or do we need to slow it down to a walk?" it was a symbol of mutual trust.
Today felt good, but what I'm really grateful for is the moments in between. The running rituals. The sense of literal and figurative momentum. The cultivation of self-compassion. The re-connection and re-learning of my body's language.