Monday I went for a 5km run again. First one in around 2 and half weeks due to the fact that the wisdoms were not playing their part in the whole recovery process.
Regardless of the fact that I was fighting winds, felt as if my lungs were going to burst from my chest and my throat was on fire from the rasping breath, I came to the conclusion: “I AM A RUNNER!!!”
Every alternate day, even if at that moment I feel like death warmed up, I lace up the shoes and hit the road, sometimes 5km sometimes 8km. Depending on how I feel – no pressure. Only rule – when I stop loving it – I will stop doing it. At this point, I suspect we (running and me) are in it for the long haul. In my opinion, whether you do 2km and love it or do 40km and love it – as long as it makes you happy, you are a runner.
I LOVE RUNNING!!!