So I started running again. I LOVE to run, and ran through my sixth month of pregnancy but I think the extra weight of baby Bronwyn was terrible on my knees. My right knee in particular gave me lots of problems and I just could never find my rhythm with the trail again.
But I've been feeling out of shape and needing a physical and mental release. So I made a plan:
1) NO running on pavement.
2) Start small and don't run every single day.
3) Strengthen the muscles that support my knees by lifting weights.
And finally, BUY NEW SHOES!
Although running on a track or a treadmill feels a little boring, I am finding that it is really not a big deal. When I run, I go inside of myself. I think a lot, and I listen to music. Pretty soon, my locale doesn't matter, and I'm thoroughly immersed in the moment of my body. Yesterday, I thought: "This is the most important spiritual exercise I've ever done!" I can feel my lungs and diaphram expanding and as a consequence I'm taking deeper breaths during the rest of the day. Hooray for exercise. Hooray for pushing myself. And Hooray for taking some time just for me. It feels really really good.