So…last night I ran. I ran for the first time in nearly 14 months. I wasn’t planning to run. It just happened.
I ran.
I am camping with my family and just before dinner last night I decided to walk down to the bathroom.
I ran.
After a few steps, I felt magic in my legs. My quads were loose and stretched. I felt my muscles come to life. They yearned to run. I figured, what the heck? Might as well try running the couple hundred feet to the bathrooms.
I ran.
When I got to the bathroom moments later, I felt my legs had come to life. I quickly took care of business and decided I would take the long way back to my campsite.
I ran.
Muscle memory kicked in. One foot in front of the other. I felt alive.
I ran.
My lungs burned. But I kept going, with a ridiculous smile on my face.
I ran.
I was determined not to stop to catch my breath. I refused to walk.
I ran.
It wasn’t far. It wasn’t fast. But that didn’t matter.
I ran.