Two weeks turned into three, three turned into four… long story short, it's been nearly a month and a half since I laced up my sneakers. This happened for a couple of reasons:
1) Florida, as it turns out, is kind of hot in the summertime.
My planned return to a running regime was set to begin once I got back home for the summer. This plan was flawed for several reasons, the first being the fact that I don't have ready access to a treadmill and would be due for a face-off with my great enemy: outdoor running. Florida's climate tends to be on the toasty side regardless, but in these sunny summer months it just gets ridiculous. As I enjoy sleep too much to wake up before the sun and am inevitably exhausted by dark, the great outdoors were not the most ideal option.2) Running alone.
This doesn't require much explanation. I am slightly paranoid, and the prospect of running outside by my lonesome is enough to keep me on the couch, safely indoors.
However, as of last night, my active running status has shifted. That's right, boys and girls- I am back in the game!
Okay, so maybe it isn't quite that exciting. Last night, while on a walk with my wonderful mother, I made the impromptu decision to break into a trot. And it felt seriously awesome.
I ended up only running about a mile, but it's a mile more than I've gone in a month. I already can't wait to get back on the roads! What excited me even more than finally getting to run after so long, was that my mom actually joined me. Don't get me wrong- my mother is a pretty physically fit lady (in her younger days, she swam competitively and completed multiple triathlons), but a decades-old injury has prevented her from doing any sort of running or jogging. Seeing her running along with me (and having a grand old time doing it) was better than any "runner's high" I've ever had.
Do any of you have tips for dealing with the heat or running solo? I'd love some advice from this awesome community!
Love and Pixie Dust,