Running Again

The start of the running season in Mn (for me) is accompanied with injuries. I remember just a few years ago how--in my enthusiasm to breathe air that didn't burn my skin and run on roads that were free of ice--I over did it. Huh, I guess the axiom is proved again that you don't really learn anything until it changes your life. I love running because it is such a stress reliever. Yes it is hard to "get up to speed" where you can just run and not worry about breathing. But when you do then its a whole new ballgame as they say. Run in that blessed tempo and thoughts just slip on through as the tenths of miles click by. I have written theses statements in my mind as I've run whereas no thoughts would come at all as I was earlier sitting and staring at the white space. Well, now I've gone and injured myself again and I only have the white space to occupy my thoughts... well I guess there's the pain and the regret that are also here with me... wow this is cheery. So I guess it comes down to this--that I need to learn that I have certain limits and those limits are there for a reason. Maybe next time I'll listen when my brother says something like, "Take a day off, it's Easter after all!"