Know what’s funny?
The moment I post about missing running, I begin the love affair all over again.
Since I had no rehearsal last night, I was pretty excited hit the pavement for some quality time with my running shoes.
Well. There’s a story behind that.
My part in the musical, Dainty June, calls for a certain little dance move I have not yet perfected: the split.
I have been so good about stretching every day, and little by little I’m getting closer to a full split. All my friends are tired of seeing my split attempts.
So here I was, at dance rehearsal on Saturday, working on my number with “the split.”
Dance rehearsal action. Say hi to the newsboys!
I was intending to be all…
Anywho, I’ve been spending my days since Sunday literally chilling on ice packs with a pulled hammy. And thankfully, when I take a light yog, it feels a lot better and much more flexible.
Enter: the return of the (slow) run love.
Yesterday afternoon was the first long run I’ve had in about a month, and it felt incredible. It was like meeting up with a long lost friend again. It was a slow, lumbering run that probably resembled the flightless bird, but it was still a long run.
And you will probably be my best friend until I figure out how to do a split like a normal human.
In the meantime, who knows how many stretch sessions I need before I can do this?