Been reflecting on the different lives I’ve lived in NYC. P and I ran a roadrunner race on Sunday and I was thinking of how that used to be old hat. Getting up early and meeting at the park for a run was the bane of my existence.
Lately I’ve been struggling to kickstart my exercise routine. It was only 3 years ago that I ran my last marathon. Seems like ages tho. K and I are training for the SF half in July. In theory, anyway. I wonder when I will turn the corner back into my essential self … the one for whom fitness is like breathing. I miss her.