Can't feel my legs anymore, I'm still running.

Evening run the other night with a friend.

One of my goals this year is to get back into running. Running is never something that I thought I'd be into. In fact, the first day I attempted to run, I was almost certain I was dying. I'm not the type of person to "push through" when things get hard. I'm the type of person to throw my hands up and walk away. I've done this literally my entire life. After the first day of what I thought of as utter and complete hell, I couldn't believe that I was getting my shoes on to do it again. That week was probably the hardest thing I've done physically. I pretty much had a tantrum. I screamed, kicked, cried. I was angry that I had to "push through"; that it didn't come naturally or easy. Why did I keep doing something that felt like hell, hurt, and made me so angry?! Well, I'm not sure (because like we've discussed this is not typical Alex behavior), but I'm so glad that I did. 

I remember running one day and it was literally like the clouds cleared, the sun came through and my body felt lighter. Clarity. I DID IT. I fucking ran and I liked it. I didn't want to stop. I wasn't counting down the minutes until we were done. I was in my zone. 

Then my knees started to hurt. And I did everything that was recommended, but after weeks of not being able to run, I was so discouraged and sad that I just stopped trying. Running became a distant dream. It made me so bummed out. Did I let my body get so off track that I wasn't able to bring it back? How could I have done this to myself? Shame.

But here I am. Ready to go again. I'm going to take it slow, see what happens. Take all the  proper precautions.  Hopefully this time around I won't hurt myself. I'm also going to attempt to dabble in cycling and maybe even some yoga. Any suggestions on what types of Yoga, at home DVDs, etc. is welcomed! 

Happy Hearts,

Alex