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The Last Day of the Year

Quietly and gently, we entered into the last day of the year. Our morning pace had a nice rhythm. We split up to do our run, but ended up crossing paths, so I got a kiss halfway through my 5K. Always a bonus!

I ran past a favourite farm and my little herd of cows were outside eating their breakfast. I shouted my hellos and carried on down the road into the village. I took a brief break outside the church yard before turning around and running back up the hill, I had just so gloriously and speedily run down. Going back up was hard work. But, I did it!

Then I met Mr. Michie at our favourite coffee shop for breakfast. As I was reflecting on my run with him, I caught myself and started to laugh-out-loud. Sitting across from him, I was niggling myself over my running time. I managed to shave a decent bit off my 5k, but it still wasn’t as good as it had been a few months ago, before a minor knee injury.

As I laughed, I reminded myself that I was out there. Running! That’s the point!

Before I started this journey almost three years ago, I wasn’t much of a runner and the last thing I would have wanted to do was run 5K, let alone worry about the time it takes me to do it.

So, as this year comes to a close and I reflect on where I am, I’m happy. There are things I wanted to happen this past year that haven’t yet come to fruition. We’ve hit a lot of unexpected bumps in the road, but that’s life; we roll with the punches and keep on going.

But through all of it, running has been a constant.

I never thought that I would be a girl who got such a thrill out of running. I’ve always been a walker, but running – no thank-you! However, I have come to love it. It’s not just the physical side of it either (although that has been very rewarding), it’s the spiritual side too. Running in the open and being able to see nature around me is meditative. It restores the soul.

So as we enter this new year, I’m going to keep on running. Running through the woods, running down the lanes and past the fields, running toward my goals and running toward our dreams.

Hunger

I love to dance. I am constantly dancing around the house while doing stuff and I used to have the perfect spot in the woods where I could bust a move if I so chose. However, over the past year the local council have been doing a lot of work in the woods and much to my sadness they’ve been cutting down large sections of trees. My perfect hidden dancing spot disappeared with one of their larger tree removals.

However, I have recently discovered a new nook and this morning after a 3 mile run and a long stretch over the back of a tucked away bench, I walked home along this hidden path and in an open nook, danced my heart out to Florence. There is something exhilarating about dancing alone to your own rhythm.

Running

I’m always accepting of others, yet I’m my own harshest critic. I workout on a daily basis and as with anything there are highs and lows to my practice. I want everything to change faster, with a snap of my fingers. But, that’s not how it works. I’m blessed to have a body that is healthy. I’m blessed to have legs that carry me where I want to go and eyes to take in the beauty around me. I might not always be in love with everything about my body, but it is mine and it can do amazing things. My daily run is just as much about mental health as it is physical. I love being outside. Watching the seasons turn from one to other and seeing that transition everyday makes my heart happy.

The first part of my routine starts pretty much the same every morning. It is a combination of jogging, running and walking. After which, I do a full series of stretches and yoga in a little nook in the woods.

I felt I was ready to take my running routine up another level and asked Mr. Michie, who is an incredibly strong runner to help me devise a plan. I’m four weeks in to this new routine and today, I was supposed to take it up a notch. Yesterday, I ran last week’s course again and after that I realised that I’m actually not ready to move to the next tier this week. I spoke about it with Mr. Michie last night and his advice was to repeat week three again. I can’t tell you how frustrating I found that suggestion. But, he was right.

I’m not a quitter, I push myself every day and to have to go back to what felt like square one made me feel discouraged. But, this morning, I stood back, I took a deep breath and I knew that it was more important to listen to what my body was telling me. I’m in this for the long haul. So, what if I’ve added on another week! I’m just building up my endurance. Today was a little easier than yesterday and I know tomorrow will be even more so.

It’s so easy in the process of trying to achieve something to get discouraged. But at these moments, I pull out my binoculars so I can look way, way back into the past and clearly see that I’m better than I was a year ago; I’m better than I was sixth months ago. I’m building something, brick by brick and it is far better to have a strong foundation underneath me to build it on. So, this time next week, I’ll add the next step into my new running routine and I’ll do it with the confidence that I’m in the right place to do so on my journey.

{Poem by Nayyirah Waheed // Image Pinned HERE}