I said “yes”.
I was tired. I hadn’t slept well, I’d worked out too hard the day before, I felt stiff….I had every excuse in the book.
I still haven’t healed completely from my fall last winter, and we’re almost positive I had a fracture in the thoracic spine. Since that fall on the snow and ice, my back hasn’t been the same. I wake up at night with cramping and pain in my mid back that makes it impossible to get comfortable enough to fall back to sleep.
Last night was no different.
Dan had worked overnight at the hospital, so I stayed up and watched Netflix for a while before deciding to sleep. He texted my phone early this morning when he was on the way home, “Wanna go for a run together?”
My first thought was that running was the last thing I felt I could do. Some mornings, the pain is so bad in my back, I can barely stand. I had a feeling that today was going to be one of those days. Still, I texted back, “Sure. But I’m pretty sore.”
I hobbled out of bed like an 80 year old. I tried to shake off the cobwebs and get moving. Coffee always helps, so I made my way downstairs, let the dog out, and grabbed a mug. Dan was already almost home.
I fed the little one and got her set for the day. I knew the next oldest would be up shortly, which she was. It’s funny how the youngest gets up first, then the kids continue to wake up in reverse of their birth order. Five year-old, 10, 13, and lastly the 14 year-old that I call my “man-child”.
Dan got home and changed, and we decided which trail we were going to drive to. We picked one of our old faves that was within 3 miles of home. By the time we got to the trail head, I was feeling more like myself and was ready to get started.
We ran through some connecting trails, took a couple of detours, ran down toward the water, and then hopped onto the south loop at one of our haunts; Rocks and Roots.
I was surprised that the south loop was in such great shape. It was downright perfect.
Time passed way too quickly on that run. I continued to loosen up and found a nice groove. I listened to Dan chatting about this and that as we picked our way through the mud and roots. It had been too long since I’d been here. Too long.
Before I knew it, it was time to head back home to the kids and get started on the days’ activities. It would have been nice to just keep looping around and enjoying the trail. It was beautiful. So quiet, so green, so wonderful.
I’m glad that I said yes to this run. My head and my heart needed it to happen today.
Run happy. Run long.
Amy is a trail runner and triathlete, a coach, a mother of four, an Exercise Physiologist and a Physical Therapist. She lives with her husband, Dan (also an ultramarathoner and triathlete), and kids in Ohio.