I ran 16 miles today, 13 of which felt great (the last 3, not so much). The golf course I worked at (up until 3 weeks ago) is about 3 miles from my house, and I was serious when I told them I'd "run by" every once in a while to keep in touch.
Those 3 miles on the treadmill.... well, they hurt. There's no other way to put it. They were slow, painful, and so boring after how pretty the previous 13 had been. But I got them done, which is what matters.
Now, after I've spent the day recovering (knitting a little, watching American Pickers on NetFlix, eating only 2 slice of pizza when my Runger wanted 4), I sit here and know why I run. Not just for the beauty of nature, not just for the clarity of mind I get after a good sweaty double digit run, but because every time I stand or sit back down, I feel the strength in my legs. These legs have gone from embarrassing thunder thighs in high school (at least that's how I felt about them) to powerful tools. It doesn't matter that I still have cellulite, because under that cellulite is the strength to cover miles and miles and miles. And that strength is not just physical, it's mental. Every run makes me more confident. Makes me believe in myself a little more. Makes me strong enough to handle anything that life throws my way.
I'm running the Freedom half marathon with my best friend from high school this November- my husband signed me up as my anniversary present (it's the only thing I wanted!). The trip will be my birthday present (and the timing is convenient for him, too, so he'll have one less distraction during his classes this fall. I know some of you think I'm a nutter for all this running- I've got my first full marathon in September, a Mudder and either a 1/2 marathon or a 5k for Halloween in October, and then another 1/2 in November, plus the Turkey stampede 10k, and the Huff 10 miler in December- but this is my therapy. Running and quilting both are. They soothe my soul.