How hard is it to run?
It’s just placing that one foot after the other.
It’s an everlasting love for some.
Or it could be a love/hate kind – just like mine.
I love running. Or maybe it’s just the post-running endorphin talking.
Today I felt like a rollypolly thumping the ground. My shadow so wide I couldn’t recognise myself.
“I Run Because I Can.”
That didn’t quite work for me tonight.
Tonight, I felt like that big guy in the NIKE ad.
Last few nights I said, “I’ll go run today!”
And that ‘today’ finally happened – after weeks delayed.
I just run. I ran. I break a sweat.
I ran slow. Short distance.
Today I am someone else’s slow..
I am also someone else’s speedster.
But I am just a heavy-bottomed, cushy-tummied, preggy-lookin’ 8 months after, mom of three – one who doesn’t have the will of those body rockers.
I am just #TheArlynistRunsAgain.
The former #RunningSAHMSG needs new challenges to overcome. — #WhateverMotivatesMe — I know.
I miss those days.
I need challenges..
Like how to rid of this pillow-like paunch that’s filled with emotions-stuffed deep inside.
Maybe a race will spark my interest once again. Oh! That bucket list!
Aaaahh I still have the time.