“There’s no such thing as excess eating, only inadequate activity.” – Dorothy V. Harris
In the spirit of the above quote, you should know two things. First, I just finished off an amazing pumpkin souffle from Trader Joe’s frozen section. Dang, I love that store and its creations. Second, I earned every bite of that souffle after running three miles this morning when it was still dark and my baby was still sleeping. I feel like I deserve a gold medal but a souffle will also do.
While getting up early is tougher these days, I wouldn’t be running if I didn’t love it. One of the things that scared me about having babies was the idea that my body would never be the same again. And maybe it won’t–it’s too early to say. But, what I do know is that my body can still run and it still feels good to run. Most importantly, though much in my life has changed this year, my mornings feel once again familiar.
I feel like myself when I rummage through my bottom drawer, in the dark, fumbling for my warm runner’s headband. I feel like myself when I knock softly on Sharon’s door, and our shoes shuffle over the dried leaves as we walk towards McKinley. Crunch, crunch, crunch. I feel like myself when Sharon kneels down to tie her laces a little tighter before we start moving. I feel like myself when I lose track of how many times we’ve gone around because conversation is just that good. I feel like myself when we pray over our day and our worries, barely noticing that the sun has now arrived. I feel like myself when Tammy and I hop back in the car, the freeway now busy, and head home to Tahoe Park.
My body may be a little slower, and my feet might hurt a little bit from wearing sandals all summer, but otherwise I feel so good. For an hour I get to escape in this body that has grown life, and continues to nurture a tiny being. She takes a lot of me, physically, and I think one of the greatest gifts I can give her is my own health.
Maybe my body won’t ever look quite the same, but I think I’m okay with that.
image found here.