I’ve been back on the road about a month now, give or take a stomach bug here and a cold there, post my arduous recovery from Plantar Fasciitis. Coming back from injury has been hard. It’s as much a mental challenge as a physical one, especially now with winter upon us. 

Every morning, when my alarm goes off at 04h45 there’s this epic internal war raging in me. My body is held hostage by my warm bed and refuses to evicted from it’s comforting warmth. While my mind yells at it to lift its fat ass and get moving. The thing is, like all working mom’s, if I want to exercise, it has to happen in the early morning, otherwise there is just no time and no way it will happen at any other point in my day.

Then of course, there are the very real challenges every runner faces during winter running….. 

It’s freezing. I have to run in a million layers and ear warmers and thick socks and gloves.

But you know what?

I am LOVING it at moment! Running is so very good for my mental well being. It’s free, uninterrupted time inside my head. It sets the tone for the rest of my day. 

  My fitness and my strength has returned along with my stamina and energy levels. But here’s the thing…. I am not running the distances I used to run and I’ve not run a single half marathon in a year and…. I’m not I’m going to again either. I’m also sure, that for right now, I’m happy just to enjoy my short, solitary runs. With no plan and no pressure, but also no pain from injury.

Training for a race is hard work. It takes a lot of time and dedication. There is no doubt that I was probably at my physical peak in the build up to my Two Oceans half marathon last year. But that took months and months of commitment and sacrifice. It was 4am wake up’s a minimum of 3 times a week and a 10km run before 6am, that’s not including the weekend runs which started at 6am and took a couple of hours pushing distance each time. It’s hard work. Did I love it? Hell yes.  Do I want to get back into it? Mmmm… maybe… I don’t know.

All I do know is that for now, I’m getting an incredible amount of joy out of my running. I’m running regularly, I’m fit and strong but running shorter distances. But most importantly, I’m loving it and feeling ok with with how things are currently. 

I just love the solitude of my running currently. A lot of people have asked me if I’m afraid to run alone and in the dark. The thing is, I live in a boomed community with only two entry/exit points. I’ve been running there for 2 years, the only other people I’ve ever come across are other runners, walkers and cyclists. 

Besides, who is going to attack a crazy lady in the dark with a minion lamp on her head, and singing: “Let the bodies hit the floor” at the top of her lungs…

Not sure what I”m talking about? Why, it’s my favorite running song…. 

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Yes, I really do sing while I run. I don’t care what anyone thinks either, I can’t hear myself with my iPod earbuds jammed in my ears and my running is my time for setting up my day and being joyful and if singing while do that helps me achieve it, then so damn what!