This is a day I was glad to be running, grateful to have a body that lets me trot about like this whenever I so please. Not all days are like this, however. I’ve mentioned before my love/hate relationship with running. And I’ve often wondered if I would even be sad if injury or age would prevent me from the activity.
Travel has disrupted my running regimen this month, giving me a two-week reprieve. I ran the day before I left for India (2/7) and didn’t run again until yesterday (2/22). That’s my longest break since I started running a few years ago.
Honestly, I didn’t think much about running while I was gone. We were busy, and there weren’t places for me to run anyhow. But as our time in India came to a close, and we started thinking of what we wanted to do when we got home, I was surprised that running was one of the first things I wanted to do. I had actually missed running.
So now I know. It takes me about two weeks off to miss this activity that I love and hate. After two weeks, I’m itching to see Big Sky and visit the trails that are lined with towering trees along the stream with its chattering waters. It’s good to be home.