Today, we have blue sky. And no smoke. It rained. After coffee and granola, Alice and I suited up for a long walk. I even got to wear long pants and long sleeves which the heat hasn’t allowed for months.
We walked the route we always run and when we hit the secret stash of trail that no one knows about, I let her off leash and I started running. I had been thinking about it for about twenty minutes and kept talking myself out of the idea because I haven’t run in over a month, my belly is bigger and I was wearing a very unsupportive bra. AND I didn’t want to take off my sweatshirt because I was wearing a turquoise tank top and purple pants. Hello 1984.
But I looked both ways to make sure no one could see the pregnant lady with flailing breasts running and I ran. Alice was very encouraging–running happy, long strides away from me, making a quick pivot that kicked up dirt and running straight at me and then over again. For seven minutes. And then we were back on the populated trail so I stopped and then I thought who cares and I ran all the way home.
