i ran again today. shocking, but true.
i know there are a few loyal readers like betsy and robin who think i have abandoned running altogether. and i know nancy thinks i have left the building. sometimes i wonder the same, my dear, faithful readers and blogfriends. believe me, there have been many a day where i wondered if i'd be one of those runners-turned-cyclists who never once look back at running in that see-ya, it was nice knowing you, i'm so over you way.
i remember lying in bed the night i hit the registration button for my first bike race, the adrenaline still pumping from hitting a simple little computer key. i told my husband i felt like i was cheating on running. he said i wasn't cheating, it was just going to be a one night stand. trouble is, the one night stand has turned into a full blown shameless affair. and it feels so gooooood.
it is completely in my nature to go off half cocked over one thing. to obsess. to soak up every single thing i can about one thing. i'm all or nothing. my body and mind needed something else desperately and they found it on the bike. i dropped running like a bad habit. that said, i realize the importance of cross training. um, cause all the cycling books that are piled up next to my bed that i am devouring say so. and there's a bunch of other damn blog posts talking about the importance of cross-training, dammit.
so, me and running are trying to get back together. just for the cross training. i'm not sure we really like each other right now, but we're working through it. and we totally get that the whole cross-training thing is important. (i am also mildly amused by my annoyance over the fact that a run will take away from my bike time, there was a time not so long ago that i hated my bike when i was on it cause it meant i wasn't running - funny how times change). but i do think we need to keep taking our running rendezvous' off road because i feel like me and running can just fly in the trails. as soon as we hit the road, we come to a crushing, walking halt until we find another trail where we can fly again. in the trails we can forget old times, old pr's. there are no paces to match or meet. the trails are all new. no comparisons. we're just running. and that's about it. i'm just running. more to remind my muscles and bones what its' like than anything else; because while me and running are getting reacquainted in the trails; i fully plan to carry on this shameless, torrid affair with my bike.
does this make me a slut?