On a Break
I took this photo out of a car window back when cameras had film in them and you had to get your photos developed at Boots. I wasn't a runner yet. 19-years-ago me was probably thinking about pancakes and butter pecan syrup. I certainly wasn't thinking about Forrest Gump.
After finding, loving, killing, obsessing over, struggling with, and lately resenting running I am taking a break for the first time in 8 years. A break from races, training plans and spreadsheets/apps/tracking devices. A break from structure and stress. Every weekend I wake up knowing I'm supposed to be doing a long run and not wanting to do it.
This is long overdue (about a year), but being somewhat optimistic I kept expecting to get my mojo back so I added a race, then another race, then another. Finally FINALLY there are no more races.
We are on a break. Status - friends with endorphin benefits. Running can just be running for a while.
And I say, it's alright.